Seashell Concerto
The waves arrive this new day.
Like endless summer memories,
much like the love you send my way.
The rhythm of your heart.
Full sail against the promise of daybreak,
swelling to nearly burst, end to start.
The white lace of your touch never fades.
Your voice within…
Unheard
Clouded glass with a blue cast is this month’s moon.
Silent in the still of frigid, Feeds my sadness.
Timeless beneath stars twinkle.
I am another of its owned shadows.
Captured, in cutout, one-dimensional.
Unaware, uncaring, unmoved.
Anything but unfeeling.
Lay upon the glisten of untouched snow.
Like branches and shrubbery, a part of the backdrop.
Another unnoticed shade of charcoal.
Against the moon’s lattice, I am flat in comparison.
Pale against its blue, luminous blanket.
Bathing, our eyes.
Chilling, our souls.
Until transparent, beneath its grandness.
Water by another name
Anxious is the first to fall, and slow is the others to follow.
Thaw, is a cautious process in weather and heart alike.
Swelling until footing is lost, the first has little choice.
Fear is always at the ready in memory of the past.
A season…