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"Foolish Games"
NIGHTMARE
In the icy starkness of glacier
she placed her inner being,
just a shell each morning faced her,
at glass she gazed unseeing.
Nothing of human she absorbed,
face showing portrait of death,
never looking, empty orbs
breathed and yet felt no breath.
No gentle hand for long lonely years
was impressed on empty flesh
no pain nor anguish, much less tears
ever pierced that icy mesh.
But deep beneath the wint'ry cold
unremarked and long forgotten
tattered bits of anguished soul
gasp life through all that's rotten.
In the cobwebs of the emptiness
a soft note of music lies,
in the dryness of the loneliness
a fragile teardrop waits to cry.
And a ragged ray of sun stream
in the deepest crack resides,
a tattered piece of moonbeam
in the icy blackness hides.
And in forsaken darkness there
lies a finger's touch, all grimed,
sliver of forgotten care
buried in the dirt of time.
Unexpectedly from the world of light
piercing note of music sounds,
and slowly from the icy night
tatters rupture void's dark bounds.
She heard in wonder the bird that sings;
saw the sun that warms a heart;
soared with him on eagle's wings;
blossomed as the new Rose starts.
Then he composed of her a love song,
and the music that he played,
the words he spoke in night long
in the moonlit forest glades.
But, in the deepest darkest recess
she still hides away the truth
and plummets in the abyss
for the need she can't undo.
And in guilt she sees the fantasy,
and despises what she feels,
the laughter and the joy to be
just a dream of something real.
And the need so overwhelms her,
leaves no path to walk away,
her pride in bits she inters,
and in shame she vainly stays.
And in the darkness waited nightmare
loathing smiling tears she cried.
Patience was it's only care,
...... and then the music died.©
~RAC 9-26-98~
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