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.