The greedy ice grew over the dead water again, reaching
edacious fingers across the thin reeds and whispering quick
promises through panicked leaves that blew in the,
ever singing wind.
Singing sleet across my lilac slapped eyelids while,
dancing flowers lost their heads because,
The winter prefers to be in standing control.
As it steals away the light from hour, to ever fading hour
Casting shadows over abandoned rusting childhood bicycles
With trees speaking in hushed voices while their crooked branches
extend to grasp my burnt hair, that floats as tendrils amoung
The quick, deformed snowflakes running into the cold ground.
The ever singing wind...
It's telling me to leave, as I'm lying in the frost that
bites at my bare hands. Telling me It's time to take off
my shoes and run barefoot away from everything that
was beautiful and held so much potential in its roots.
Telling me, I'll enjoy the pain of the ice splinters between
my toes as I sprint from whats come to ache inside of me.
As I escape from where I know I've been anchored to as
It turns to ever decaying, dust and ash
Burnt to the ground, and blown away
In the ever singing wind.