The Winter - Jurojin

Pale and beckoning

In my dreams again

Reaching out

A china hand

Touching fingertips

Veiled consequence of making a bargain with the dead

I feel nearer

When I lay my bones to sleep

Solemn and delivered

Broken but at peace

Fragile betrayal in shades of white

Bound, tied, bathed in light

Yet cold and grey

Buried down there in the clay

Void and desolate

Crumbling ashen lips whisper secrets to the wind

Bloodied fingernails tear to no avail

Entangled in roots beneath the snow

She seems clearer

In the icy ground beneath

Silent and unyielding

Shattered but complete

Fragile betrayal in shades of white

Bound, tied, bathed in light

Yet cold and grey

Buried down there in the clay

Time and suffering won’t change the four feet of earth between me and the spring

I buried the sun and salted the ground in hiding the warmth where it won’t be

found

I still hear her moth-flutter heartbeat as it disappeared

Underneath the bruise-black expression of all that I fear

Fragile betrayal in shades of white

Bound, tied, bathed in light

Yet cold and grey

Buried down there in the clay