Mantra is pleased to have her day back to herself.
When faced with her notebook, I was left a bit in a quandary. She has been busy filling a chapter named Dirt and Water. Nothing seemed to jump out at me to settle on M3. The pouting commenced. Dirt and Water was the only thing on the menu.
After she quit pouting, the notebook fell away, and the words began appearing here. This is the first one written directly to M3 since before Mantra for a Muse. She is ready for the winter… with water.
Snowflake looks into the cold we embrace and a reason why. See who walks away the winner: The sunbeam, the snowflake or someone else.
A sunbeam creeps in across the sill.
Stabbing through the curtains at the night
Trapped in the bedroom.
Don’t disturb the slumber; Just lie still.
Perhaps, the sheets will help hide away
What’s left of the dream.
Warmth creeps across the ice block hard floor.
Nothing can stave off its swift approach.
May as well give in.
Quick step out of bed and out the door
Before its creepiness wraps around
Slam the door and march away to see
If there is cold left in the kitchen.
Keep them nice and fresh.
Calendar stares back to remind me.
Angry red Xs mark all the days
Since you walked away
To your other life so far from here.
Don’t look back this way, slip on the ice.
The slope is that bad.
This time I slide down it without fear.
Clinging to half-truths and pretty lies
Meant to keep me true.
Ha. I always was, not that you’d know.
My words echoed in your empty head.
Bouncing off your past.
It sheathed your mind like fresh, driven snow
Banked high enough to freeze out your heart
Or what’s left of it.
For some strange reason I thought my tears
Would fill your snowy footprints up.
That’s not what happened.
Walking away, you realized my fears.
But the sun melted your trace away,
Defrosted my heart.
The shattered pieces of the future
You said we were meant to share shimmer,
No longer bloodstained.
You just kept the pieces that were yours
While I made mine into a snowflake,
Delicate and fine.
This morning it melts in sun-kissed steam
From the coffee we never did share.
The warm cup is mine.
Loneliness is not as bad as it seemed
Because I will not let myself down.
That job is complete.
Do you ever dream of past loves? Does the cold make you lonely or appreciate the warmth in your life? Should Mate wait until there are no feelings at all to walk away?
© Red Dwyer 2012
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