Girl of Ice
The snow was always
So expressive here
It twists off the roof tops
Brushes the land
Settles in peace
At the fence posts
And trees
I see a face
In the morning darkness
A line work
Etched in particles
Cold crystals twining
Around a distant
Chimney
You are standing
As an apparition in
Orange velvet
Under a street light
Over there
I can feel you
Your face is what
I see
I remember how you would
Glide
Past me like a sculpture
Of ice
Melting across the
Floor
Such beauty in you
Delicate lacings of
Frost on the
Window pane
Transcribe your face
My heart is impaled
I walk to you
The snow creaks
Calling out your name
Helping me summon
An image
For me to behold
You once stood there
No one is watching
I can embrace you
My arms encircle
Nothing
Sparkles of ice
Swirl in silence
Against my chest
This is regret
This is the grave
An icebound tomb
A monument to youth
Slaughtered by
Traditions and divisions
Oh that I would have
Risen
And taken you
Struck out for what
I wanted!
Till I die I will see
Your beloved visage
In the drifts and plumes
of glistening ice
hanging silently
In my heart
Your pure white
Dress flows
Up a staircase into
The vaults above
Away from me again
Lifted by a breath of air
Into your realm of
Ice
Fleeing from the day
the vision is only
For the night
When earth hides
From the sun
Then you come back
To distress me
How does the fire
You stoke in me
Not melt this world?
It is a fire of dead love
A hand pressed up
against a sheet of ice
from inside a frozen
pond
A circuit of scars
laid out in my soul
Your presence electrifies
Them
The machine you
left behind
It spews it's crystals
Flinging through my heart
Like knives
Go from me now
I can't behold you
Anymore
I know you will abide
With me again
If I die in winter
You will appear at
my final place
And we will be together
One last time
my
Girl of Ice