On december nights
she danced in the snow
barefoot.
A dreamer with her eyes wide open:
fairytale eyes–
bright green and full of secrets
and on her face
a smile no one understood.
–What are you doing out here?
–Waiting for the stars to fall.
On december nights
she danced in the snow
barefoot.
A dreamer with her eyes wide open:
fairytale eyes–
bright green and full of secrets
and on her face
a smile no one understood.
–What are you doing out here?
–Waiting for the stars to fall.
the space
underneath the silver tree
where I forgot myself in shadows:
watched darkness
fall from twisted branches,
listened to the hollow echoes
of hollow dreams,
where I held myself in coldness
now you hold me in warmth
and the darkness resides in the branches
though like distant fog over hills
I worry
it will soon creep down
ensnare us with whispers
of nightmares
and steal away our warmth