04.10

Within the softly falling snow is the illusion of life

Upon the trees and white leaves a suggestion of time

Beneath the ice the undertow is the apodictic sign

And the house that stands alone is like a candle in the night

Every night at this window he feels connected to life

As he watches in the hope he'll feel included in time

So he's waiting like the seasons passing by without a sign

And he trembles in the cold as if he could feel at all

And the hunger that eludes him is a splinter in his mind

A rejection of depression and embrace of humankind

And the hope that will consume him is a waste of endless time

But it tears away the cold to bring him momentary life

And he sees himself embedded at the center of her heart

As a black light slowly shredded by a decade in the dark

He recalls with distant wonder that he knows the other side

By the shock he sees reflected in her atheistic eyes

And his wretched cries and raging is the rush beneath the ice

Like a coiled cobra waiting on the periphery of sight

And his fingers have been whittled by the ravages of time

And his teeth have slowly sharpened from his monostatic mind

And he burrows to her center like a lunatic unhinged

A diseased examination on the parenthetic fringe

And he claws for them a channel to the calm above the ice

An escape of distant meaning to her enervated eyes

And together they dance amongst the softly falling snow

But forever can not last when the center can not hold

Below she sees him waiting as a shipwreck on the shoal

His body wracked with sobbing as if he could cry at all