~Pale,
like a frigid morning accompanied by the soft notes
of a violin pressed gently into a song.~
Snow falls,
and leaves shudder, floating gold to the ground.
It reminds me of your watchful eyes,
flickering from side to side,
the light red of your lips held tightly together,
as if you are afraid to laugh hysterically
only to burst into to tears.
You know that what your eyes seek
in this world of death
is only life.
~But you send you hopes into one glorious note,
touching the stars, and creating a sensation
throughout your heavenly audience.
Each star blinking out in awe.~
Why do you look for something bright
when the landscape is a pale gray of every color;
watered down,
drowned colors of the color blind?
Even at the corner of perception
when every hue should shine its brightest,
you are found seeing nothing more than a dull light.
~The song drowns out all thought,
and leaves everything shaken.~
Even as I remember your reflection,
and how you searched for life within my peerless eyes,
I realize I am only seeing falling leaves
and snow that has come too soon.
I realize though you are the one who sought a life
all ready spent and dead,
by merely thinking of you
I was tempting to drag you back from a fate
worse than death.
~The last note cuts itself off in a strangled cry.
A screeching scream of pain,
but a deafening reminder
and the stars come back to life.~
