Pale blue icy figures are moving over the sky,
A strong wind whispering of the snow to come,
ratteling on the windows,
The air is thick with unvoiced comfort.
My thoughts are not mine.
Never have been.I though I just heard a raven call me now,
or was it only the wind?
Where have I been all those years?
Steely silence all around me
and your voice in my head…
… all but calm.
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“Words are flowing out like endless rain…”
Frozen rain on eyelashes above pools of pale blue,
looking at me in my sweet desolated mood,
burning me like some unfamiliar summer sun,
fixing my every move,
immobilising me.
I turn around as if it was the last thing to do
before falling dead to the ground.
Locking into the stare.
Silence above the treetops.
Stillness.
I’m burning myself up in this last look.
There is no message in these eyes.
No warning. No sign at all.
I can hear the sound of me falling,
landing on the floor,
no movement. No help.
No way of ever getting up again.
Ashes.
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