With my wind I have fallen in
With little tufts of grass
Whom stand so brave and tall
Against the snow, so cold.
I have blown across the whitescape
As light shades of brown
As dirt and ice that rip apart
The crisp memory of sun.
So goes the traces of my finger
Deep within the hallow
Sunken to my melting cheek bone
That grips against the snow.
So goes the sweet angel of my memory
Who has left me like a broken fire
That I have no more kindling for
Though I remember every splinter
That has sunken to my soul.
Tag: rip
Ice Spear (day 2704)
Stoke me up
Rip me down
Place me over
A heated crown
Fold the ice
Into a spear
Shoot it off
Right to the moon!
Last Goodbye (day 2205)
Aches upon my swollen spine
Rip each leaf from my floating limb
Today I am a butterfly
An overturned birds nest
Waiting for a last goodbye
That will save my heart another beat
Mercilessly trapped inside a frame
Aching with each pounding name.
Rip and Tide (day 1253)
I sat a while
Facing wild winds
A twiddling my thumbs,
To which I thought about a lot;
The comings of the tide.
And there I was
Looking on
As rip and tide collide.