By sarah iristakeroot@juno.com
Date: 18 September 2000
frozen song
i saw you as a vision ahead
with the glowing irridescence
that you can catch early in the morning
when the sun hits the frost, and the ground
isn't quite there, and neither is your sight
i saw you float out of the mist of that morning
and the night, a mist that surrounded my mind
i touched my finger to yours in the icicle air
with the air where things seemed to flow around us
in slow motion, the droplets of ice hanging in suspension
as you and i were suspended
i drank in your music, your silent music that
i couldn't quite hear, but yet it filled every inch of me
pore, every single pore
i was infused in everything that was you
thoughts were without logic, you seemed to alter
the flow of logic, as we were hear suspended still, yet
in the air, my face was frozen in pain from your beauty
my body was a pillar of ice as i hung with my body
reaching for you, unreachable you
i imagined myself the drop of frozen dew on the grass
yesterday morning, and here i am, i am that frozen drop
and i wonder if someone will come and step on me
and not notice that this heart is lying frozen away
from view, compromised in cold
the sun doesn't hit me here, and i'm still filled with
your heart breaking music, that couldn't play
if it did play would i break? would this ice fall away
if i heard it, would it sound for miles and break hearts of
ice that have been waiting for their spring thaw, cleaning
that never comes, so many frozen hearts, suspended hearts
in time, never to seek a rhythm to their sound because it is
yet there to reach out and touch, the music the sound hanging midair
and captured by others that come along and know the secret to thaw
yet not staying long enough to share the secrets, how some can melt
and others
can't.
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