Interloper

Interloper

Icy drafts from crooked casementsLure me to peer from behind my lacy barsGrey and black and blue with ripples of silverShiver winters night beneath frozen stars I watch, barely breathing… The street below stretches;Like one long ribbon of anchored reality joiningSome point of redemption lost in frostyForest pine from the frenzied city My prison, my solace;The bitter cold flow of mirrored moonlit riverGuards, cradles.. protects the length of nightly ritualThat holds me spellbound and sets my mind free I listen, anticipation growing Soon I’ll hear the sound of his familiar feetSoft echoes sing back to my voyeur earsEach step planted in some far rememberedPlace of saving grace washed in fountainsOf despondent tears. A lonely figure, buffered against longProbing fingers of cold that constantly searchFor any crack in armor; he is unawareLost in fires past, sorting memories…If he would but look past his ghostHead down, he continues on I cry at his torment;Withdraw into the shadows   © Tonya2.25.09