A lingering melody begins once more, out of key though I know it well Skinny twisted trees caught in fractured mirrors and ephemeral fairground lights In the snowy park, phantom horses prancing into the white, leaping from shadows A faded mirage of mighty hooves, their glossy veneers chipped and shedding Rough flakes of precious gold
And they scattered as she stumbled through the gleaming square A black and white movie and her red satin shoes stained by rain Dress trailing on the silver lined pavement, tendrils damp to her shoulders Plumes of misty feathers rising in a low flustered cloud above her head An elusive snowy feather passes ghostlike through
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And asleep in his arms as the sky turned saffron The distant winds cried, throwing crimson across the borderlines In the streets they implore the faithful to pray, that haunting echo Each ran faster than the next, saving his soul in the dusty night She dreamed as the light faded, a sugared milky dream Of
The silver tongued roses in that crystal vase you bought me Are too flawless for me and my tainted fingertips didn’t you know I detest their purity and radiance, layers of unattainable perfection Like sweet scented swans, heads held high, higher than mine Thorns protecting their loveliness from those who are unworthy Chastising the eager
It left like a cloud, perspired from my being Drifted in the December air, evaporating with hot tears Swirled white in the sky with the gulls flying freely Dancing and spinning while I watched from the pier. I felt it leave, a sickening vacuum of nothingness If I were to slip through the wooden slats
Each dawn she was, a shadow of him, hunched, faltering, pale The sympathetic eyes watched, hands twitching all thinking “Is it but our fate, but our destiny to be the same?” Nobody moved and time inhaled as we sat waiting, not seeing In the rain and the wind she clung to him, oranges in her
