Restless slumber
On the edge of
tumultuous sheets

Evening,
winter blue,
surrounds me

The window,
my moving picture,
framed in
midnight

The scene:
White, cottony sheets
laid upon earth,
the blue of night
washed upon
them;
Trees draped
in veils of ice
sway to the
rhythms of
life;
Ambience
given by a
silver orb
amongst a twinkling
backdrop

A shadow
moves
within
shadows

Darkness
that surrounds
it,
absorbed

A figure steps
out,
an umbrella
of
dark
covers it;
light
flees
from it

His sadness
overwhelms
me
Tears...
like the icicle
drips
from his
touch

He slumps
Head in hands
Swaying trees
do not
move him

Standing,
walking to the
picture
before me;
hand upon
its
chilliness

Eyes of a shadow
meet mine
Fear
Warmth
Sorrow
Lonliness

Blink
and
vanish
No shadow
upon
the snow

I lay back,
grab sheets
strangled
in the
night

Eyes close
They
meet
empty
shadows

Tonight...
the devil smiled at me

 
2006 ~ Tricia A. Walter