Silence on rolling hills of green and gold
Bright red leaves flutter onto windswept grass
The window fogs from the contrast of the cold
and the heat from my breath on the rain streaked glass
My mind goes numb, so seldom that it can
My eyes seek light while my head seeks time
rejection, there is no existence except for my hand
as it traces patterns along the window pine
A pillow of down, soft folds of warm, thick cover
threaded and intertwined with silvers and blue
Like the gentle understanding of a century long lover
Desperately clings to me like early morning dew
"don't leave quite yet" it calls out from depths
my mins so unclear, I can just barely hear
"The world is so cold, you need your rest"
and I sit in the folds of my hurt and my fear
"Let me comfort you into a sleepless rest"
"Let me reassure you with a dreamless hope"
"Let me lead you to the painless mountain crest"
"Then lower you down with a severed rope"
 Cherryb0mb_666 · Wed Nov 21, 2012 @ 05:19am · 0 Comments |
