Phantom of Frost

Ever-wandering phantom of frost.

Driven to follow a heart star crossed.

Drifting shard of a shattered reflection.

No longer the whole of hopeful intention.

Words a haze of luminous glass,

embracing the wind like clumps of ash.

Meaning lost to the shapeless white,

dead without the fire's light.

Reflections cast in the falling snow

of an era past not so long ago.

Depicting a boy, full of emotion,

up until the Sun had frozen.

Warmth now but a passing dream.

One that woke him with a scream.

Solitude had never been his choice,

but no one seemed to hear his voice.

It was probably better this way.

No longer haunted every day.

The simple glimpse of a smile shared

reminded him that no one cared.

Ice had claimed his lonesome heart

And only death may do them part.

Where love had a chance to make him whole

now it would melt his very soul.

Reviews

[Nolo Segundo]

I know tis but a cliche,
yet nonetheless true:
love lost is far better
than love never attained.
Besides, given time,
love has a strange way
of returning under a
very different guise....

[Savannah Bailey]

I really appreciated this and thought this was a really well written poem. I appreciate when the words actually make sense and you can see a person's emotions. Thank you.

[Sazaku]

The phrase 'when the words actually make sense' is both hilarious and all too relateable, as I too find myself turned away from even brilliant poetry when I can't make heads or tails of it. I'm glad to know I didn't commit that same sin here.

Thanks for the review.

[Savannah Bailey]

My pleasure.