. SnowFog .
. it cycles and begins again there are differences each time we had been together .
. the memory of where and when is disturbingly unclear occasioning unease .
. there had been warm and subtle moving light in yellows reds orange warm heat .
. we had been close together the scent of her still present liquid upon my lips .
. it is the beginning that memory of heat it begins again I am naked unadorned .
. no gold hooped lobule and helix nipples erect pointed in clench still ringless .
. there are no muted by bright white this current place swarmed blue butterflies .
. this place is a glow of white grey blues black this place has no warmth no heat .
. colors here are supposition a hoped for longing longing now is this place I hold .
. it continues a repeat with difference each occasion thousands now cold home .
. I seek my source of wonder she is out there somewhere around buried shape .
. lost loving girl .
. it is day or night indiscernible she will not last I hurry on voiceless hard winds .
. shrieks torn heart break throat raw silenced footsteps slow blood flag passage .
. no hope in this repeating blur landscape feel myself lifeless as well in separation .
. sprays of black my valued shade of crimson life cast mute in abandon kick snows .
. it cycles in this manner with each repetition she left she left behind what longs .
. it repeats with differences in the shape of the snow the humps of drifts the wind .
. it curves wrapping heartfelt yet heartless my blood is black footprint markers .
. it shapes clean white sheet fogged unmarked as yet fresh driven unsatisfied .
. she rose clothed bundled departed singular stonily wandered into storm .
. woken I search knowing always that knowledge that burden of presence I am .
. stripped exposed seen a shadow now in drifts of Kelvin white grey blue black .
. frozen .
. it begins again .
© Amanda 2011, 2012, 2013
Image: "when the snow set in" by
- Mood: Hopeless
- Listening to: the same thing you are at this very moment
your song reaches these aged ears, vibrates in unison in this cold heart, brings a tear to the eye which quickly freezes. you sing the dream so well...
love this text
I read yours words Those are mine now
si votre sens est "ils sont dans mon coeur" ... puis mes bras vous sont ouverts ...
Love all of it, but especially these: "there had been warm and subtle moving light in yellows reds orange warm heat" and "stripped exposed seen a shadow now in drifts of Kelvin white grey blue black"....the movement is awesome....thanks for sharing it, though it seems to be on the painful side.
thank you for your read and appreciation ... my cracked and blackened bleeding dream feet appreciate you, your attention and interest are (valued)