User:Xana Silverlance

Cold My fingers I can’t feel them I see them I clench them around a lump of snow                                        5 And yet nothing Cole black nails contrast to frozen blue flesh And soft white snow I stair up at the sky from the flat of my back Gray                                                                       10 Its all gray The dark stormy clouds And the sky’s own hue All gray I see the tops of the trees agents this gray sky                           15 Twisting, turning, this way and that Moving ever so slightly but ever so fiercely in the bitter wind They appear as veins Pulsing veins With blood black as night                                                  20 Seared by the inferno within I raise my hand to the sky Gray agents blue Blue agents gray My fingers perfectly covering the branches                                 25 The branches perfectly simulating my veins Until I realize my veins don’t move Nothing moves Not within me Only now do I draw a breath                                                30 Only when I noticed that I should be Nothing moves within My heart is still Blood sits Still in my veins                                                          35 Solidified in my heart The snowflakes on my hand do not melt My flesh is… Cold 40 Warm This rare beam of sunlight Contrast so sweetly to the icy blue tinge of my face A kind amber hue on the once solitary trees Breaking the clouds to shine solely on me                                  45 As the rest of the cruel sky remains gray White The flake on my lash As I stair up at the sky Hung so close as if for me to see                                          50 Twinkling crystals Throwing tiny rainbows as the light hits it Vanish as the light is gone again The day passes The bright twinkling stars                                                 55 chase away what little light there was in the sky