All I could remember beyond your words
was the augmented serenity of fire
tearing the walls of my virgin soul
oh what a dubious feeling it was.
as shards of sleet pricked
A minor nuance caught in my eye
in these waking moments
for I remember very well
was beautiful music,
of what sounded like fluttering.
I walked towards the brooding oak
which lay before us,
deep under the clawing roots but a foot lay
The foot was as white as limestone
and cracked upon its heal.
My eyes started to blink and stammer
I found myself starring into
the handsome face of a stone figure
blindfolded with a crimson scarf.
He spiraled around the snowy trunk
like a peppermint stick.
The boy was holding out to me arrows.
Resting upon his golden wing.
I grabbed for them and was stung…
Inside his grinning mouth was a bright light …
I was curious.