muted ballad ballerina (with Rain In The Willows)

a doorway stands 
as an empty frame 
inviting an exit 
recieving an entry 
silk swathed sorrow 
caressing the borders 
with winds to come

a wind that has 
already been



she .drifted. in 
a summer's breeze 
crept on hallowed thoughts 
a muted ballad unwhispered 
She waited, hauntedly... 

In cat scratches 
and green eyes



she cups her hands 
in the rays of dawn 
trying valiantly 
to gather a little light 
and press it against her chest 
so that in some small way 
she can once again feel 
the warmth that fled 
in feline fixtures 
of snowbound security 


she opened her arms 
around an ivory lover 
and tears glittered in her eyes 
thoughts and fragmented memories 

she danced: 
under a [broken]
Octobers sunset


again


the droplets find no earth 
frozen forever as intricate 
snowflakes that paint her cheeks 
mute testament to her melody 
the rhythm of an afterlife 
twirling in a rose petal dusk 


and she danced 
through the †ashes†
of evenings serenity


once more


silver dreams and luminesence 
scattered about the air 
shards of a past unremembered 
but yet to be forgotten 

in the moonlight's glow 
she beckons one to join 
in her dance of ebony empathy 
and Dahlia's in the stars 


fleeting translucent moments 
linger in her trembling lips 
that part for another breath 
and inhale ashen memories 

whispering within voidal visions 
lost without the harmony of an echo 
despairs' sigh floats free



and as the storm rages on 
in a white abyss 
frigid blues 
frail flesh takes on 
a shimmering glow 
cast in fading mortality 

viole.n.t innocence 
and dying fires



a doorway stands 
in an empty frame 
inviting an entry 
recieving an exit 
sliced silken sorrow 
tracing the borders 
with winds to come

a wind she has 
already seen





She's sleeping 
in the clouds tonight...