Skeletal Remains

Lay out the skeletal stems,

Of the flowers from this basket,

Lay them out one by one,

Each one a twig desiccated,

Each one a corpse awaiting a shroud.

The noxious aroma fiercely wafts still,

A mixture of life and death dances still,

A Mixture of want and memories remain,

Amidst the aroma of dreams regained.

Lay out the skeletal stems,

Of the relics of a forgotten past,

Wrapped around dead flower petals,

Like untold stories at a funeral mass,

Lay out the stories one by one,

Each one born in a different life,  

A wistful existence falls silent,

In these stillborn skeletal remains.

Let it Snow

Let it snow with the fury of the mighty wind,
Let it snow with the passion of the forbidden sin,
Let it fall on earth like frozen tear drops,
Let us watch as the ghostly world then stops,
Let not a leaf move,
Let there be no mortal sound,
Let there be nothing but specks of white,
Strewn over the landscape like a mad painter,
Let it snow with the fury of the mightly wind,
Let it snow with the passion of the forbidden sin.

A Frost is in the Air

The wind goes silent
As the grey sky stays on
The world feel violent
As you see the sunlight yawn.

A Frost is in the air
A world caught unaware
The tepid autumn has passed
Unleashed is the winter at last.

Barren streets in cloaks of white
Dried leaves rustling in the night
Tiny footsteps dance around trees
Dead branches quivering in the breeze.

A Frost is in the air
A world caught unaware
The tepid autumn has passed
Unleashed is the winter at last.