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)
