Icy Melody

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My day will come
as my last breath expressed
Turns to crystal in winter.
Unable to inhale ice
It runs away from me
Melting in streams down to
The curb, mixing with
Every other breath
In the heavy frozen season.

Here in the past
We remain flowing
Opaque as ice sheets
Over beds of open water.
As warm wells rise to
the occasion with
The mist of morning
As all the dew bids adieu
To the maples and the lilies
Evaporating like a wife
Given away and away again
The last faded bloom,
To enter a ballroom
Vast as the sky.
A wallflower never
to waltz again,
in the garden of history.
camouflaged by full moonlight
Until my words fall like dead leaves floating away in the winds’ sour taste,
Returning my spirit to the the distantly quiet source of persistent music,
Now silenced by time’s mercilessness –
You shake the memories of me off
like snow in your hair.
Now I come to you as a stranger.
a familiar voice rose,
scented by all the private
lies we hoped to live.
Plans made and promises
Broken you eat words
Of regret and bitterly choke
On them. Your cough
drowning out the thought of me.
I’m change hitting the bottom
of a wishing well,
The science and the ciphers now long forgotten,
Named for the dead.
a fool waltzes to the time of one.
If I sent you a present, a song wrapped up
With yesterday’s news and knotted with time,
Right in black and white with twine like a fish in day old news,
How then would you refute the indisputable?
(You smile with every last rotting bitter bite…)
You must know what’s inside,
Prying open my hands you find only a joke, a lie, a can of air.
Now drink from the sea of my solace where the blood from my lips drains,
Quenching aching droughts and the thirst of your inventions.

Let’s for the sake of argument say instead of a riddle,
You found a small skeleton key laced between my hands instead,
Trying all the padlocks and gates, You find it only clicks tumblers into place for the unforgiven.
So weak from solutions,
I implore you rest right where you stand.
As my body folds in on itself, as it will,
We hold fast together trapped like silt in the fingers of a delta.
(We steal each other’s answers and quickly shield our guilted eyes).
Maybe next year we can awaken the annuals again,
Dig up the yellowed dirty promises,
Unearthing the worm worn legends and maps to find a way out.

Pull the paper tight before the image sets, etched and stretched,
Spilling out old photos poured onto the concrete floor.
The stuff of a sudden daydream:
I am not selfish with my hope,
Yet this alone drives me home.
If this cure becomes your solitude,
Then in shame, I am, Defeated.

As the image emerges, lighting dim walls,
Our dancing shadows sway together, slowly,
Hold onto me – reach gently into your memory.
Promise to leave the fence unlatched
And now you may go back to sleep unmoved.
Morning drags it’s nails across your still-cold cheek as
Starlings and turtle doves beg you awake to hear their laughter.
They do know you hate the daybreak by hearing my humility.
I reach straight into your pocket to pick at memory’s locks.
I opened you up with the deftness a coroner’s blade,
Leaving scars rough like a saw.
I wanted so desperately to believe you knew me.
So desperately. And
I believe it, too.

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