Tulips, and DaffodilsFrost licks the hems of the world around usTulips, and Daffodils by childofthefallen
But there is hope;
Summer-tease fingers the leaves
And melts frozen hearts.
We sing in breezes sweet with pollen
And dream in glades of green
Shadows dance over our heads,
And I dream of running away
But our hearts take us on different paths.
Like red tulips blooming
And yellow daffodils blossoming
In shreds of growing golden light
We will grow apart;
Different, yet equally beautiful.
Violin NervesBefore me the road was winding and slim, a bare-shouldered model with sharp angles and steep sides. A tease, but a sad tease: ashy like the sky, and mute. I hated it, but we had common ground, so I followed it anyway.Violin Nerves by childofthefallen
No softly humming mosquitoes, dancing in pyres over tall slough grasses, no stirring breeze brushing teasing lips against my skin, and I cannot see the wildflowers that grow along the edge of the dyke, or hear that particular bird chirp I especially love that sing-songs from someplace unseen. None of these things that I so loved and pined for were awake this day. I hummed, for it was something amid the emptiness of the sullen day, but it brightened nothing.
What scared me the most was losing control and destroying everything. My precious cargo was jumping ship, and I was too busy shoveling water to save myself. I don’t feel safe here. Here is my body, and here is my left and my right, and one has no control and the other is losing it.
Keep driving. This is what I to
Winter's LossWinter pressed frosty lips to his consumptive lover's cheekWinter's Loss by childofthefallen
Death, death sweet and silent,
From Autumn's auburn brow, the last traces of color departs
And ill-begotten, lonely Winter bids farewell
To his lost love's whitened brow.
He wanders, aged, weary, leaden-souled,
Ill-at-ease and frozen to the core
He moans embittered cries and summons grey clouds
To blot out sparkling suns and azure skies
As he lonely roams across freshly whitened plains
And besets the Earth in blankets cold and chilly glass
Or sits in iced and brooding silence
And frosts the Earth in solemn solitude
Til melts his icy heart in season's turn,
And joins in death his lady lost.