SHADES OF WINTER
shades of winter, faces of grey
a frosted breath, shattering cold
winterscapes, slumbering giant
windswept eyes, the eyes of winter...
in shades of winter,
dancing frost on my window,
alone, i feel together, we part,
ghosts of winter, lodged in my heart.
fade to winter, mind to gender
frozen splendor, the eyes of winter...
in shades of winter,
dancing frost on my window,
alone, i feel together, we part,
ghosts of winter, logded in my heart.
THE INSTRUMENT OF CHANGE
the skies have shown me faces,
the future drawing near.
time points the way,
and whispers in my ear.
choices have been made,
cogs in cogs engaged.
uncertain, i weild the tool,
the instrument of change...
AWAITING IN THE WINGS
awaiting in the wings,
shadows of things,
that lived and breathed,
in the youth of my dreams...
the flutter of wings,
and venomus stings,
that strum and pluck,
discordant heart strings...
the cavernous hole,
in my blacken soul,
discarded dreams,
decay in the cold...
awaiting in the wings,
carnivorous things,
that gorge and feed,
on the stuff of my dreams...
TWILIGHT RAVINE(the cutting edge)
the darkness falls quietly upon us
in twilight ravine, the cutting edge
the last rays leap valiently earthward
and eye see ashes of quiet fortune
piercing steel blisters souls within
blind serpents falter 'neath locked gates
cutting edges slice the violent air
hallucinations of the white crane's blood
not the sword but the hand that judges
knot the dream but the mind creates fear
the cutting edge in all its glory
mirrored lines, feelings on high
twilight ravine, the juxtaposition
the cutting edge, balance and freedom... 
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