Ice Queen

December 2, 2007 § Leave a comment

“…you called my name and love was born…” – Depeche Mode

 

I know she is there exposed;
Her orchestrations are vibrant and composed,
Resurrecting far from the hardened earth; the ocean knows…
She is there; he breaks through a warming wind in plainclothes.
The sky even knows she is there; toys with light, clouds exposed.

An artist’s eyes open; galleries of lives have closed.
I could feel her in the syncopation of the concert; diagnosed…
Dmitri’s throat in Rachmaninoff’s “The Dream” as she rose…
I know she is there exposed;

With playful grace, something inviting flows; disclosed…
In channels of motion the sormed of the pianist are exposed.
His strumming hands and measured breaths propose…
To the pleasures of having dreams traipse in my nightclothes.
The suspense swings from future photos overexposed.
I know she is there exposed;

I cannot let the morning arise without will.
The time of sleep is over yet I am sleeping still.
She moves me through pale curtains as I write-in-
A newfound lover who whispers her mystery again:
Should I slumber she will wake me with freewill.

She will entice me through a polluted windowsill.
And I will honor her by dreaming the unreal.
What more could she ask that I would so freely let-in?
I cannot let the morning arise without will.

Bowed string and breath-blown reed, sound waves fill…
A symphony of wind; my ashes in earthly perfections kill…
My thoughts; the ghost of her drinks the darkness all-in.
Grounds made ready for an artful gaze; now, I feel her within.
Overtaken by the secret rituals of sleeping in winter-kill:
I cannot let the morning arise without will.

 

© Sonya Rose

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