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Treading Waters….

This morning I saw the sky tinged pink in a dawn glow,

The sun blazed over the hills and battled with the frost,

Feeling numb but not from the cold,

I turned up the volume to drown out the noise,

And thought how beautiful it all seems,

When you’re the only one awake,

I could have kept driving, how easy it would have been,

To keep going and never look back,

Instead I will just stay here,

And tread the waters.

 

Copyright (C) Lindsey Clarke 2010

 

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Snow Dance

There is a winter wonderland outside my door

That has crushed my spirit until I can feel no more,

This soft blanket of snow has covered the houses and road,

I want to see its beauty, but can feel only the cold,

It seeps into my bones and under my skin,

Its icy touch reaching my heart deep within,

I press my face to the window and dream of the sun,

That will banish the winter and the evil it’s done,

When suddenly I spy a footprint in the snow,

Then one more, and one more and on they go,

They twist and they turn, making patterns on the ground,

I watch enthralled not making a sound,

For there is no one there, not a soul can be seen,

Only snowflakes falling in the street light beam,

And still the patterns form, footprints making swirls,

Getting faster and faster, until my heads in a whirl,

But then I spy a figure standing by the streetlight,

He smiles for a second, then is gone with the night,

With the next moon, I wait by the window, with thumping heart

And sure enough, he appears, to dance in the dark,

He pirhouettes on the ice, spins with arms in the air,

He sparkles in the moonlight, snowflakes in his hair,

Sometimes he acts the clown, he tumbles and trips,

I can’t help but feel the smile on my lips,

I’m saddened in spirit when he is gone,

I no longer desire to see the sun,

I yearn for the night, for his movement and grace,

To watch the moonlight dance off his pale face,

But its his eyes that have stolen my soul,

They speak of sorrow, lonliness and woe,

His eyes mirror mine, they yearn for more,

My heart won’t stop hammering as I reach for the door,

Out in the moonlight, he waits for me there,

My skin feels the icy touch of the cold night air,

Gently he takes my hand and spins me around,

Our feet making patterns over snowy ground,

The streelamp is our spotlight, the pavement our stage,

We dance our performance for what seems like an age,

We twirl and we fly like snowflakes falling in the breeze,

He whispers my name and we fall to our knees,

Like two lovers in the snow, there we embrace,

His fingers are soft and cool on my face,

He smiles softly, a flash of sharp white from within,

And I smile back as his teeth pierce my skin.

 

Copyright (c) Lindsey Clarke 2010 all rights reserved

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Open The Windows

Open the windows, let the fresh air in,

Its been ages since I felt that breeze on my skin,

I’ve struggled in vain to blow the cobwebs away,

You’ve no idea how hard it is to keep the spiders at bay,

They’ve creeped and crawled and infested my mind,

I’ve been suffocated in the dark brooding threads that they bind,

Some days it’s so dark, I scream for the light,

I bang on the windows, can’t give up the fight,

But the harder I struggle, the tighter the web becomes,

And the spiders move in, sensing their work is almost done,

Suddenly I spy a chink of light in the gloom,

A glint in his eye, a smile that lights up the room,

Laughter so sweet as he runs through the park,

He never fails to banish the dark,

So I throw curtains wide and let the light in,

Open the windows and feel air on my skin,

I want it to last, I only hope that it can,

For the dark wants to change the person I am.

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Mine

I am at peace with you here, walking under soft canopy of pine and oak,

You stretch out all around me, enveloping me in calm and happiness,

 I want to lay here all day, basking in your beauty, held in your tranquil embrace,

The undulating waters sparkle azure in the sunlight as they move languidly along your contours,

You caress my skin, my mind and my spirit with warm whispers,

Vaguely I hear children laughing, parents mirroring their joy but its only your voice that captivates me,

Leaving you provokes sadness, but I know I will return, the pull is too strong,

And although I will always have to share you with others, I feel that you are mine, my place.