Breaths puff out
In the cold chilly air
Frost dies underneath
And you don't care
You try to breathe
You lift your feet
To take a step
On that very long
Staircase
And you're gone
You appear here
In my library
Where I waited
For so long
Your vivid face
Burns in my memory
Like fire and ice
Let's walk along
Among our books
Filled with stories
Of rolling dice
Look at the globes
At all the places
That we've seen
Then vanish
And appear
In my solemnity
My quiet forest
Where I play
By myself
In a clearing
Join the fray
Dance with my sharps
Sing with my flats
Weep along
Don't be sad
Pick roses with me
Tinged with darkness
Dotted with tears
Don't fall prey
To the voices
Of my fears
Stay in my castle
Peer into the
Ancient alcoves
Gaze out of the
Crumbling stone
Bedecked with ivy
Descend into dementia
It's a bit cold
It's rather drafty
Stay here
Or escape into the
Wilderness
Like a caged animal
I prowl and pace
I ache and sting
I yearn to embrace
The bitter smoke
You left behind
The castle ruins
To which you're blind
There are cracks
And chips
Along my fault lines
There are holes
And ripped seams
More noticeable
Through time
Don't come back
To pretend
To put on a mask
No ball is being held
There are no dresses
No satin robes
No luxurious feast
No sore-from-dancing
Toes
I aged a year
A decade
The hole you left
Has shrunk
My dear
You're too big
Too bold and brash
You're too old
To come by with a crash
Look for others
For I have grown
Fill other holes
And reap the crop
You've already sown.
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
