A Snow Angels Grave
I exhale and i see my breath. Cold air enters my lung's, and fills my chest. Snow falls
down and lands on my nose. I can feel the darkness, and the night is so cold.
Up through the snow drift the thorns pierce the night, the ground hidden by snow,
the winter hides it's life. Tree's are silent as i pass by. The stars blanket the back
drop, a cold breeze will fly. As i walk over the frozen ground, I'll complete the
silence, and I'll withold my sound.
A winterly murder, how the night seem's so dead. A suicidal silence, a frozen
death bed. I find a soft spot next to a snow angels grave, remnants of a smile,
proof of the day. The paw prints of life that once searched for food, lays me back,
and set's the mood. As the moon's beam lights up my dream's, my blanket of white,
is now a light blue cream.
The ice that dangles from a tree's limbs, glistens and sparkles, then flickers and
dims. My thoughts continue as i watch the ice cry, dripping down to the ground,
followed by the relief of a sigh. As i roll my head to the right i notice the winter owl,
he gives me a wink, and presents to me a scowl. His wings then open up, and the
breeze helps his flight, as he then fades away, into the cold dark night. I roll my
head slowly to the left, enhaling a chilled poisonous breath. My eye's then grow
wide as i watch the snowflake's die.
The death of a snowflake is sinfully sweet. It's a very long journey for a children's
treat. I wonder how the night can be so gentle , when the cold is so sharp, now i
can hear the gentle sypmhony, of my snow angel's harp. I'll never complain,
because it helps me to sleep, now this deadly night air, is all mine to keep.
As i drift away, i take one more deep breath, because now the snow angels gone,
I'm the only one left. Peaceful.....painful.....soft, innocent night. As my eye's start to
close, in enters the night
Copyright © Mark Lupatsky | Year Posted 2011
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