By sarah iristakeroot@juno.com
Date: 30 October 2000
frozen he lies
tonight the light does not come
as it does every night
when i expect it
i lay atop this hill
with the grass crisp in the frost
beneath my body
coldness upon coldness
i see the stars ahead of me
their light blurring as my eyes
lose their focus
i let them shed the tears
that come on these cool nights
when i lay awake and alone
i feel the frozen trail across my cheek
as it clings to my preternatural skin
my bust, that is only a memory of the life i led
this is the bed i have made for myself
atop the ruins of a world i once lived in
among memories that no longer haunt me at night
instead come in visions that play themselves out
and my reality is no longer a fine line between then
and now, this inbetween world
of love that once came to me
of women who would lay their soft shoulders and head
upon my shoulders
when i had the body of a man who could give them
the intimacy they craved
here i am yet again, cold, forgetten in a funnel of
memories
crushing me against their coming storm
one day the wall will break and i shall no longer remember
one day i will lie here and my eyes will remain closed
frozen lids to each other
in my land of mist and memory
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