A scarlet shadowA Poem by An owl on the moonI close my eyes... Iced fingers
pierce my skin through my sweater, as a cold blanket drapes the earth and
sea. This fog brushes my face and halts my heart. I
wander weakly to my room and rest on the floor. In
tranquil serenity I cease to stir. I close my eyes... Placid visions etched on canvas: winded fire; perpetual disarray. The sky; a stroke of amber and turquoise. The sea; pools of jade and jasper. The sweet smell of rose and summer. Light
brushed alabaster-feather clouds seem to dance in the tranquil sky. Against the
backdrop of earth and heaven her figure rests. All sound becomes
silence. Her
hair, with strokes of ebony and auburn, cascades down her neck and across her
soft shoulders. Her eyes are shaded olive with a single tear, and on her cheeks,
lightly brushed ruddy tones. I
see her here in eternal serenity; at distance from fear or pain. At
a distance, it seems, from life. Her
crimson lips rise in delight at the vision her eyes behold; a golden glow of
shifting stillness. The sun’s brilliance seems immortal, but beyond her vision
a darkness comes. Dark streaks of ink rape the sky of light. Her yet smiling eyes cannot behold the sudden sight. It becomes a challenge, a test of the will; can you be content just standing still? In
the darkness there seems to stand a scarlet shadow; the wandering specter of
the sea. At this a crack of thunder peals, and the sea swallows the
night. I
open my eyes... © 2018 An owl on the moonAuthor's Note
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