As if sprung from fresh spring rain
two violets peep from a dirty landscape
smiling with pebbles that scatter around their roots.
Aqua eyes blinking in the daylight
and sleeping away the night
when fireflies buzz by
tinkling little laughs
that echo yours.
Soft lips forming words I cannot hear
as I stare at the blue violets
which suddenly have become so clear.
My fingers wish to glide
across supple skin
and I yearn
to learn what those blue violets look like
Yet the temptation does break reality,
so I watch across
a lake of yearning
and only cross over
under the cover of night
wrapped in dreams rampant with hope.
When those blue violets open to the golden rays of sun
all that remains
is a violet
to be pondered upon
by an innocent beauty.
The nightmares that plagued the frozen statues
wrapped cold tendrils around the warmth breath
that escaped from parted lips.
embraced the world, hands outstretched
to welcome the galaxy into her soul.
Breathing is the rippling tides of time
she tightened her tendons and took
a trembling step.
The weakness penetrated through thawed bones
for the sight was chilling –
the lines of statues facing towards a
As she looked upon the desolate scene
the nightmare slipped inside
and started to spread
Soon she was nothing more
than another statue
lost in the everlasting army
of frozen souls.
We dance with the shadows
mapping out the words we want to say
with our bodies movements
and pointed feet.
Our muscles strain as we support the other
flying through the air
as if without gravity to guide our senses.
We remain unhinged from reality
stretching the lengths of time
as our bodies twirl
bending towards each other
only to slip away again.
We are two dancers
trapped in an icy world
of our own
dancing away the time
with only the shadows
to give us the hope
that we still exist.
The earth has shifted,
the world has sung it’s song.
Lives have begun and ended
with the click of an angel’s fingers.
Mermaids sit atop sinking rocks
singing the theme song
of our destruction.
Demons lurk in shadows
licking lips with tongues
that already taste our blood.
The echoes have risen from the dead
to enter silent minds
and alter memories.
The earth has shifted
and we are no longer there.
The absence was profound,
tapping on the consciousness
and reminding it that something had fled.
The mind craved to fill the emptiness
reaching to unnatural sustenance
to complete itself.
The body grew in different ways
stretching to birth a new gap.
The absence brought a hunger
and unwound by insanity.
Time clicked on,
marked by the waves
As she grew
the numbers did too.
But the absence only flourished,
fed by the impenetrable sadness.