Frost came and bit the earth, Snowflakes fell like feathers. Crystals landed cold upon me, Some were just the weather.
Icicles dripped upon my heart And froze it for forever, I think it beats in winter squalls, Although it's just the weather.
Step out into the wind with me On this frozen night That bears no snow
Do you know the meaning Of the cold? Do you know what it offers us?
Take my hand, you are safe Feel the subzero gust Feel the way it burns your face
I am shivering right beside you Are you alive Like I am on an icy evening?
The light and dark Tides of my life Swelled simultaneously
Waves that lifted me Battered me In their shore break
In my euphoria I waded Through so much pain
And the two have never Separated In their continuum
Shave my head And cover me in a Black robe With a large hood So I can hide In the darkness Of my presence
And look me in My shadow eyes My face all that You can see So you must know Me by the magic Of my essence
I have no body You can feel My fluidity In the night sky And cherish My full moons And my crescents
I loved you once I gave it out freely Even generously But you did not Want love
You wanted affection Attention, you Wanted my time You took my energy I ran out
There are many places where
May begins as winter And ends as summer
I wonder if that's Hard on a month,
To always be in transition
Owl music is playing on low tonight Predators, I think, are soft spoken I whistle back, it's not the right tone Owls don't whistle and I don't hoot They don't pay me any mind Don't acknowledge failed harmony Who are you speaking to? I am asking them via my chirping No fluttering, no rustling The owl music sounds further away Don't stop completely, don't stop Who is out there tonight? Who is calling me? I want to be called Like an owl, quietly and discreetly Invisible yet something to be feared
You and I stand at the Shop counter We are buying a Freshly baked blueberry pie To bring over to your Brother's home towns away
You stand patiently In your thick woolen Overcoat, in the many layers Under your violet skirt That has faded to lilac
The shopkeeper counts Our shared coins And you look at me With the warmest eyes On this blistering afternoon
You look at me so innocently In this small, warm Bakery, like looking At me could melt the winter From our hats and mittens
You say thank you to the Kind man with the Graying mustache in The coziest voice I know as if it were my own
We walk down the street Down to the train, where You will sit close Beside me, and it will Not be the pie that warms us
I dropped him Like burnt toast, So suddenly Unwanted, Heartlessly Discarded, and I, The one who Neglected and Blackened him, Convince myself It was justified
I'm both a brother And a sister A chameleon A shapeshifter I was the man I thought you wanted And woman again When you missed her
I've been handsome I've been gorgeous And being both Has been euphoric I've been everything All at once I am both malleable And formless
My voice is soft Fluid and cozy My body smooth And warm and homey When I speak to you I hope you hear My soul is steady And you know me
"I can be someone's and still be my own." -- Shel SilversteinSide blog: @a-sign-of-fire
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