Cold NightsI used to wake when you moved.
Your breathing came as waves on the on the beach
Of a world i dreamed.
Skin to skin, we breath and live
Collective in unconsciousness.
My arm would be trapped beneath--pressure, pain;
I cannot wake you, but watch you for eternity.
In your sleep the Cosmos is right, and I can let my arm go.
In your warmth I will regenerate.
I wake when I move, and feel the freezing covers.
Wind's shouted whispers shake the walls;
It is thunder in my barren dreams.
I clutch my chilled extremities close,
Useless limbs, life force liabilities.
But for icy stars, the sky is black and empty.
In this dark, I will crystallize.
rattleschains 41-45, M 1 Response 1 Jan 17, 2013