A Hundred Hours of Crystals
Poem
Day and night the snow keeps falling,
A hundred hours of crystals
Piled head-high on the ground.
On the slick and slippery roads
It goes whispering and slithering,
Flowing like a dusty white river.
Tumble-down feathers
From a sunless sky.
How many tufts can the clouds lose?
While the sky-sheep have been shedding chilly wool,
My vagabond mind has been wandering;
My mind has been a traveler and I think now,
I’ve come to the end of the road.
All the tears I’ve kept are cried,
All the sighs inside me have been sighed.
Maybe now I know the way
Maybe the blinding ray that pierced me
Was really the light of day?
But why is all the love I once knew dead?
Why are all the smiles I once saw
Now fast asleep in bed?
I thought my heart had healed,
Thought peace was here to stay
And yet tears freeze on my face
As you begin to walk away.
My heart begs you to turn and look back at me
But you keep your eyes ahead,
And I am alone:
Heart icy,
Fingers frozen,
Body trembling
With the shock of our goodbye,
Knowing that
It will soon be our last.
more by Lëaf Ednïwinga
photograph by David Mediante
Leaf, Just love the word combinations you create, you are a genius at it!
‘My vagabond mind has been wandering’….’Why are all the smiles I once saw
Now fast asleep in bed?’