| The Last Winter (a creation made possible with the help of the wonderful Jason Wilmot...hey, I can't take all the credit) |
| the glassed in vestibule of my heart a waiting area...abandoned and shattering saving myself for misery in a world where this touch never ends stepping out into moonlight tears glistening down only to strike footprints frozen in the dirt of a freshly thawed snow icicles drip down and freeze like the tears on my face. the winter wind consumes me as life grips the season that's dead. solid ponds of water trap the thought of you inside and my heart stops beating. it is decayed. it is frozen. like you, trapped in the season of death. the torture of time falls around me and I struggle against its power thinking, willing to wait but my strength says no never having wanted to overcome defeat this much my burning heart rises melting more with each passing day to conquer this feeling of helplessness determined to make the tears stop to put the glass back together around me and to make this night infinite even if it's only in my mind. written on February 2, 2001 |