Slippery Slopes

 

 

From the slippery slopes of my dreams

I grasp for your hand

I see you crying in the icy city

As you warm your bones near the apartments

That lines the streets

 

Not one word can I say

For my own confusion

Has consumed me

The Nordic fool

Of times past

Cannot see the plunging of the sword

To do damage and wound

 

The stones are speaking clearly

Yet I’m just as helpless as before

I have lost myself in the realms of magic

The only escape

Where water runs freely

Yet so cruelly

 

Please enter inside

Us the universal truth

From the slippery slopes

Of this nostalgia

 

You grasp for my hand

And take it

And Yet I then,

Crumble to dust….

 

04/12/12