Let your silken touch
wander
across a pond of smooth ice
and you’ll see your
reflection;
then a pale lily
frozen in the moonlight
Watch streamers of colour
as they bloom beneath
the surface of the glass;
they’re her memories
locked away in the ice
They’ll paint you pictures
of a life lived without
the warmth you’ve always
harboured.
Dwell too long on the
surface
and your touch will melt
the frost
into tiny pools of crystal;
watch your reflection
as it blends into her memories
Your soul will start to sink
into the waking essence
of that lone flower;
whose life begins
to intertwine with yours
As the waves swell
her petals will lift you
out to sea
and you’ll drift
away together
on only a raft of moonlight
to get lost
beneath
stars
that
do not
glow
as bright
as
the fire
you’ve kindled
in a lily’s
ice-blue eyes
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