Winters Shadow

rainswept morning leaves me in a soul deep stillness where my mind wanders the reflections of my heart the sorrows that held me captive the dreams that set me free the hopes that i cling to when darkness threatens the love that sustains me the rainswept morning full of winters shadow displaced by the last vestiges of summers warmth the fall colors washed out and dulled by the grey skies my mood melancholy as the day the remainder of photographs litter the wooden floor where she had sat in blue lace perfection flawless and lovely where she had with delicate beauty been legendary while speaking in her silver screen dreamy voice had created creatures to cavort from thin air she had taken ashes and made worlds i could only dream of i now regret this room and all that it could have spoken to me but now cannot shadows of yesterday on the transitory sands of this strange paradise within these blurred images are the places in the soul where grey dust gathers as a parched illustration of times passage an image of abnormal life lived vicarious hands i only dreamt of holding smiles i only wished to share (kristen)