She comes to me
draped in her cloak of infinite midnight
Eyes penetrate the vast shadows of the fallen hood
While she is frozen still
by the wolfesque howl of the wind
That claws its way through the clouds
and frees the moons icey glow
With her frozen under the Earths violent ballet
The added powdered moon glow gives way,
to reveal more of the cloaks mystery
As a frail charcoal outline of the chin,
leads my eyes to focus on lips,
housed within the fabric
These necro blue-black lips,
form a pout that would make an angel weep
The Earthly ballet rages forth,
to once again murder the moons prescence
Her cloak now engulfs her,
back to total mystery
as fast as it gave birth to her
Swiftly fading, the dead of night
extracts her back within its realm
All that is left, is an image,
forever etched into my minds landscape
The melody of joy
rises
expands
then without
warning
it becomes the sickened
devoid
sight
of childhood
from when you forgot to hold on
tight
to the string
attatched to
the
e
lu
sive
balloon
of life
that drifts
to the
vast
clouds
of never
ever
ever
land