Wind Chills

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The sun shines down,
Crowning the ice upon the pond
With a transient halo.

Shimmers of translucence
Shiver in the frigid air,
Whisper of nothing.
 
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Grey Cloud Fugue

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And the dark clouds roll across the sky.

It is beautiful, but it makes me want to die.

The beauty of those impenetrable clouds

That could swallow me whole like a funeral shroud.

Swaddle me in a mystery from which I could not escape.

Smother me in their motion, erase the memories of my fate.

 

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Stone Cold

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Absolute zero or near enough
To make no difference
To the state of the union.
Nothing changes, it’s what we’re used to.
We’ve endless patience
Lying here in the deep freeze.
Siberian nights, and even colder days.
Our hearts have frozen over
This is our own personal ice age.
 
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Body Language

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Lingering glances
Towards the door
Through which
You are aching to leave.

I want you to stay
But I’ve seen the signs.
Never again
Will you be aching for me.
 
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Deep Rooted

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This lethargy roots me to the ground,

Ties me down. Anchors me here

Unable to escape these mistakes.

Forces me to watch as the drama unfolds

Like leaves on a tree in the first light of spring.

 

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Moon Eye

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Moon ‘I’ floating on a sea of clouds –
Greeting the fire that waits just beyond the horizon.
I leave the watch of my Midnight Ones to you
O child of flame, my fierce burning son.
I glimpse your restless desire
From across the depths of heaven

That fate decrees should break my heart, asunder.
I forever in the shadow of the passion
That gives your hours their meaning.
Bearer of my hopes and fears I give breath to you
That break the silence of the dark with unblemished light;
As I lay down my head, and close my eyes to dream.
 
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This Will Be the Moment (New Year Breaking)

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This will be the day
This’ll be the moment
I’m breaking these bonds,
Tearing down these cages.

This will be the hour,
To the very second.
I’ll open my mouth,
For the first time
You’ll hear me rage

Shouting from the rooftops.
Gonna shed these shackles.
Kicking over holy idles.
Tumbling your truths
Down into the dust.
 
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