Molten

I cannot hold you in my hands anymore
Flowing out of my veins, like lava in flames
Shining like an intense ocean of red and gold
if I choose to burn, is it not only I who is to blame?

Though sometimes I still dream of that very first time
That my ice-cold soul felt the burn of your skin
Around your fingers, you wrapped my reeling mind
Leaving my edges on steam, and my core, molten.

And you should know I’ve been melting ever since
First in cracks that trickled, then in streams that screamed
And I wonder if you ever truly were the lost prince
Or simply a lord from some nightmarish tale I once dreamed.

My love, how can I follow you any further into this night?
When I know not the way through the depths of your mind
I set out following the treacherous moon and its light
Only to leave myself somewhere too far behind.

And now the embers falling from my skin
from all the places we have touched
are all I have to light my way of sin
Not enough, but always too much

I like to believe I’ll catch up with you sometime
Before going up in flames, or melting out of sight
And if being too weak to help you was my only crime
Then I hope at least my pyre provides you with light.

 

Fire and Ice – Evolution

~~~

I must stop being so charming,
she breathed in earnest
and humble, he added
earning himself
an icy glare.

But even in that snowstorm,
there was always this fire
in their eyes.

Have you ever seen any one
as ingenious as I? he asked
One in a million, she muttered.
He grinned until realizing
what she had just meant

Ice can choose to melt in a million ways
And only one of any, of all, of those
would do them any good.

Are you both absolutely out of your minds?
is best answered with maniacal laughter
rising into the light of the full moon
in perfect synchronization
— the past.

Now, the darkness whispers secrets
that the moon wasn’t made to keep,
and I’ve heard the darkness calling
and I know it’s calling out to me
— the present

I’m tired of howling
at clouds that won’t even budge
for what is stone but a stubborn cloud?
Sooner or later, it is everything that has to end
— the future?

Even when the Earth has frozen over
and the wind, disappeared from the skies
Know that I will come to you when you call.

~~~

Love is Colder than Death

In the depth of a traditionally
dark and stormy night,
she saw a shadowy reflection
of the strangest, brightest light

And the glow of that illumination
promised what words never could.
Not like they would take them;
Not like they ever did us any good.

And is it betrayal
when someone contradicts what they say?
or is it when you refuse to believe
that this insipid mess was the only way?

Yes, it’s easy when it hurts,
but that’s not because pain is free
And for all the wounds we crawled into
there’s not much left for time to heal.

And she knows that sometimes, she might sound distraught
but for all that we have fallen, we have also been taught
that you’re only as weak as the strongest feeling that claws inside your mind
You’re only as strong as the burdens you can afford to leave behind.

And, darlin’, she’s so much stronger
than you could ever possibly believe
And the only reason you know her secret
is so you’d understand how cold she’s had to be.

But, you wouldn’t understand,
and for expecting that from you,
I suppose, it’s entirely comprehensible
why you did what you had to do.

Your winter might stay frozen,
but we’re all creatures of fire
and we’d have fought the dark, all year long
but you chose to say goodbye.

In the depth of a traditionally
cold, and insipid, bitter night,
she tore her heart into ribbons
and offered them up to your light

There’s only so long that anyone can fight for anything at all
There’s only so many times you’ll be the one she calls.
The brightest of lights only lit the darkest halls
And the coldest of us, stay the loneliest of all.

Earth

It’s not that I’m invincible
I’m just impossible to destroy
I’ll burn and burn until it’s dawn
and leave into the void.
Of all that’s beautiful in this World
for all that’s truly sad,
I dedicate all my good
And for you, I’ll save the bad.
I’ve tried the way of Fire
And I’ve tried the way of ice
But sometimes I can’t help, but think
Some respite would be nice.
And some would say,
this is your day,
It’s your chance to exist as if you were free
But, there are things to do,
and hoops to leap through
And she sings the saddest songs to me.
Once in a while, I can rest my eyes
but all I see in my head is you,
your cruel laughter as you waved goodbye.
and every last thing we could never do.
She’s dead to you, my dearest past
and all you’ve built turns to crumbling sand
If this is the price of freedom and life,
Well, right here is where I shall stand.

November

It has been so cold that even the birds have left town
I saw them on their way out, the ravens crying their ominous cries.

I never learn. Once, I decided I would leave too;
go away, maybe with the eagles who were the last to leave

but their slow gliding, amidst the screeching and chaos,
only reminded me of the coldness of your arrogance,

which I once found charming, like the perfume you bought me
for my 21st birthday, tasting like something you would cherish.

Except it was not really my birthday, and so many things
have happened since, and I’m really not a child anymore.

Anyway, the last of the Eagles left town yesterday,
while I, with my bags all packed, and my hood and my cloak

stood at the highest point of the valley, where you first kissed me,
and bid them adieu, even as the rain began to turn into snow.

Winter Games

The cold air of winter
makes you think of warmer years
when you laughed at the snow
even as you could not wait
for the ice to melt
in your glass.

Now,
you have your blankets
and your goals
and your friends.

While I
stay stuck
in an uninteresting game
still drinking ice
and bracing myself
against the chill,
so determined
that no one notice
even a shudder.

Even though
I’m the only one
who
is still playing
this stupid game.

What we are, we choose to be

For all your talk of freedom and rage,
My pet, you are, but, a bird in a cage
Flap your silver wings as hard as you like;
This cold golden ceiling is your only sky.

Oh, your disposition may be smart & sunny
And your voice, lovely, sweeter than honey
But you will never see the dawn of day;
for your golden palace faces the other way

And sometimes, you cry, lament and complain
But, princess, you do always sing again
And that is why, I know, you shan’t leave this cage
Despite all your talk of freedom, and rage

The emperor makes traps in his tower of ice
Alas, no one ever taught him how to play nice.
You wait in your prison spun with your sins & snares,
and worry about drowning in forgotten cares
When it matters little, princess, can’t you see?
Your World is on fire, and it’s not just a dream.

But if it’s all the same to you, it’s all the same to me.