In an upside-down garden
Twinges of golden brown in his eyes
as he sauntered in and out of her life,
crumpled remains from his traipsings
form a person, barely.
Was it only skin that she touched
when she reached out for him?
Or was there something more?
Frost burnt and freezing, sleep drizzled
its poison upon her desolate face,
tainting her dreams with thoughts
of another, a better.
Objects of admiration slip from her grasp
falling from the chain around her neck
shattering like glass on the pavement
when she trips.
Shivers in a cold enclosed area,
uncomfortable warmth disappears
she reaches out to touch his face
thin portion of arcadia to her.
Anticipation for the next encounter
iceflakes fall steadily from her eyes
she looks to recall a better time
and finds she cannot.
Golden brown eyes no longer haunt her
she looks into his icy blue mirror
the future fell out of her hands long ago
it rests in his now.
[This message has been edited by Allysa (09-18-2003 02:28 PM).]