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the first snow brings with it the sadness

of years thought long tarnished

by the liquid grains

that stained my mind

in the convening years.

four shadows, gathered round a tree

only one's thoughts lies with the angels.

no picture, gentle hand reaching out from the blackness,

but a voice coming through speakers.

old bits of previously recorded digital information

wrought by a set of lips

i know i would never embrace

drew an archway of light

in the coldness of that winter night.

maybe somewhere in Jersey

is the one i should have found

had my life been closer to hollywood's illusions.

ah, the snow

clean and white

cold and remembering,

freezing everything exactly as it was

perfect solitude forever.

the sea forgives all

with its warm winds and changing tides,

yet the mountains only remind and regret.

sadly, i will never make my way

out of this valley.

 

Reviews

[Jessica M.]

tarnished thought,
liquid grain,
snow remembering,
frozen time,
forgiving sea...
all excellent imagery.