Snow Maiden

The flower of the night is

broken-hearted..

 

& it is more so when

the moon is in the sky,

full &

shining high

 

 - so it splits the light in two

& gives water through

its single tear.

 

For a lover it would appear

the blizzard that follows

is as a frozen over  lake,

saved

for a brave pair of lips from a life

that had dared to try and fit a

melting of fluid cracks together.

 

Painstakingly long the task

as each merged into the

other

& strode onto the back of another.

 

Drifting over the waterway

systems of my own

canals,

there is no existance or escape

the mind wonders

 

far beyond a frozen lake..........

 

a springtime crocus with velvet folded arms

and a silvered heart

a coloured night

of frozen coloured tears

and painted winter art

 

bedded gently in my chart

sleeping ground

of snowy footprints and hardened grass

wet bark against my skin

and a rememberance of him.

 

Photo - Phil Conrad (phil@amberroom.net)

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