Alabaster Wraith
The North Wind whistles as she lifts
her soft and sequenced hair,
her milky gown glows amethyst
as moon drops gather where
the Earth’s soft, gentle eyes fall closed
and tears arrest the night.
Her sleepy heart, to all exposed
abreast the piles of cold calcite.
I see her nearing silhouettes
her shadow long and bleached.
I’ve felt the chill of groaning bones
and heard Elysium beseech.
And so I wait through trials of
the Alabaster Wraith,
she dawns upon the still walls of
a midnight void of faith.
White gypsum stars fall from her eyes
her hope all buried in the quiet.
Crescendos rise in moans and sighs
as Alabaster anguish riots.
She leaves a frozen chandelier
on every branch an blade of grass,
a billion shards of nature’s tears
like silver bells of glinting glass.
Oh, winter white symphonic, mute
her muffled voice like shuffling leaves;
winter’s sad lamenting flute
has petrified the autumn sheaves.
The alabaster wraith intrudes,
her silent chords of neutrals play
her sad requiems I can’t elude
as Earth is swaddled ‘neath her splay.
Her head held low, her eyes aloft
her face a shield of sleepiness;
her anger heavy, sadness soft
her weary smiles slowly undressed-
She leaves a silent sweet tranquility
upon the hush of nature’s breath
She rests in nature's mute soliloquy
beneath her shredded burdens depth.
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