Silver

POETRY NEWS #4233
Date: 01/18/2013 at 06:41
From: Averi Fol'ia, Iridescent Song
To : Everyone
Subj: Silver


Silver

You came to me, eyes cold,
lips unmoving, unsmiling
I cried, voiceless
as you touched me,
hand warm against
cold granite cheek.
Limbs stiff, locked
I struggled against my prison
Eyes cold, lips umoving,
I smiled at you
With quiet thoughts
of morning dew
and softly growing moss,
cracks.
Eyes unmoving, lips cold,
I cried silver.



Penned by my hand on the 16th of Miraman, in the year 616 AF.