Hushed and heavy,
Dense and bright.
Lightening noise
Dimming grey light.

Snow snarls
Grunts beneath
The distant wanderer
Gritting her teeth

Crunch. Green eyes
Crunch. Sweet smile
She pauses and tilts
Her face for a while.

Rain has gone
By frost, away
With nothing to cleanse,
The memories stay.

Frozen and drifting
They spiral around
Collecting and freezing
On by and down.

They brush each pale cheek
Like fingers before
Collect on the lashes
Of eyes red and sore.

Voiceless, she drifts
With crystalline flakes
Caught on the winds
Of her weak mistake.

Sleep sweetly there beside me
In pre-dawn's lurid light
A shaft that swirls with galaxies
Too complex for my sight

Motionless, I danced there
In syncopated time
Twisting to each heartbeat
His silent, pulsing shine.

Perfection; silent symphony
Each lulling breath, a croon
Rose petal lips parted in twain
Would whisper secrets soon

Sienna lashes shrouded
Emerald youthful spheres that
Sent me off to mountain sides
Lush soil, pure and real.

I loved the slumbering forest
In warmth, in frost and rain
And in each silent morning I yearn
To whirl for him again.





Original, un-rhymed notes

When he slept I, motionless,
Danced
In the shaft of light with the dust motes
Feeling each heart beat
a syncopation for a wordless song
a symphony made more perfect
By the lull of air from his
rose petal lips
Sienna eyelashes hiding
Replenishing fountains of youth.

He had me thinking of the mountains,
Of the earth, of the rich soil
Of all things still and pure and beautiful.

Harbinger of light, I curled away
From chaste, un-daunting rays.
And cursed the sphere high in the sky
For showcasing my pain

You brought me terms and phrases
That withered on deaf ears
I longed to wrench them from my head
When ballads provoked tears

Your touch? It singed like acid
I yearned to shed this skin
Discard this haggard carapace;
Exhume the girl within.

Your gaze took me to pieces
And plucked a shattered shard
To hold before my wretched face;
Remind me what we are.



I’m stained with shadows where you’re light
And loud where you are soft.
I’m rough, disheveled and clumsy
My company’s high in cost.

I twist and draw away from you
I flee and weep and hide
Everything that makes you up,
Is who I am inside.