Winters apart
We live winters apart
That's how we live and love
It may have become a black art
But it's indicative of
The way we live the lie
The way we seek
To share "but honestly, misapply
Some old technique"
Yes you were given unto me to trust.
But in due course eternal ice-cores were broken...
Now all our reflections combust
Like those words here...unspoken...
Yes, we live winters apart
You and I that's how we live and love
Each heart is on a downturn pie chart
It's indicative of
The music within the music
The pulse within the pulse
That beats so, so rightly virtuosic
Even our truest echoes are now a repulse
For perfection is an ice crystal
Shimmering darkly on a winters evening
Cold and unfulfilled with internal melting
Melting but frozen aware of its own betrayal.
poem by Mark Heathcote
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