I walk this unstable land
amid storms of raging love,
and thought their embers burn all around,
I am searching for an unwanted desire.
I see her, spinning on threads of cold ice
perilously close to the edge,
she falls in,
and turned blue with the coldness
that has settled within her heart.
She has done nothing to deserve this
except live and breathe.
Her blue frozen tears
are my path...
I call to the sun for warmth
and a spring thaw
so I may reach out
and pick her up,
and hear her voice calling with desire.
a companion piece written for Falling and Barren by Molly Densmore

Just keeping adding to that collection on your trophy page!
And you know I'm not into wordiness (although I'm wordy myself... Always using twice as many words as necessary to describe a simple thing... perhaps I'm a hypocrit, but at least I'm trying to be better!). Yes, I'm serious about my new nickname for you though!
Your water daughter (because "glad dad" rhymed so well! 




