Silent Winter

There was a time when stillness meant nothing to me
Once, silence meant lack of sound
Winter came once a year
I danced, red cheeked, each year's first snow
Tongue out to taste each flake's welcome sting
I laughed, distinct from nature's cycles
A scrap of wonder floating in a torrent
Of sorrow I couldn't grasp
That laugh, mouth open, sums up my past
I craved fulfillment, to shallow to know
I could never be fully filled
A sound associated with silence
Delicately etches the seconds
As they fly past
Snowflakes of lost bliss
That drift into a list of memories

This white hush of rushing blood
Carves it seamless tears
In blank empty spaces that echo silence
Where beginnings come to an end
I speak of the hissing silences of loss
That trap hollowness in sound
This liquid whisper is the music of the realm I dwell in
It is the answer to all questions
Not said
And so much has been left unexpressed
The certainties of yesterday
Twist like smoke into laughter
I will answer those questions you never asked

You saw the pleasure sent
Scintillating through my nerves
As passion eroded resolve
And I offered myself to you

In the twisted reason of convenience
The wordless joys you squeezed out
Without question blessed
Our pleasures then
But when embers blink out
The darkness resumes...
And the rest is silence

Author's Note

Good luck understanding it

Reviews

[Natalie.]

All of your poems are like a roller-coaster of psychadelic artistry. =) It's like,
"Duuuuude! Look at all the pretty colooooors!!!" Then BAM! Rides over!
"Dude...what just happened?" lol. sorry, I'm half asleep. Don't even know what I'm doing. Okay. I'm going to stop typing now. hahahahahahahahaha.