Crystalline whispers of shattered dreams ascending the summit of one’s soul, yesterdays mountain… Like waves frozen in time, the forgotten hues of defeat as the spring thaw brings new blossoms. A Kaleidoscopic rainbow of colour, flush pink petals, lush green leaves, a horizon before me of fresh promises as a new dawn breaks and the skies turn a gentle ebb of deep peach.
Dawn has woken to a wedge of white snow,
Blanketing proudly before my waking eyes
The morning glimmer of crushed diamonds glow,
and birds huddle quietly in empty skies.
Silence rings out in bells of emptiness,
among the stilled monochrome dawning day
the fallen flakes of colds existence
have owned the dark of night through thoughtless play.
In this moment, only I and he exists.
Helios still lays deep within slumber
The skies are heavy, awkward, threatening,
and there, the knitted weave of white, Jack’s number
lays tauntingly snug across window screens
It snowed, wee blankets of love on sleeping cars
so few flakes, laying restless in the dark…