Comments about Elsa Bear
blank pages stare back at her
a book full of them
feeling uninspired she sits by her window sill
staring at the trees, the houses, the passersby.
she opens the window to get a better look.
the wind whips her unruly black hair around her face,
her breath visible before her.
she leans out of the window
arms outstretched, fingers brushing the wind.
her skin is translucent, ethereal,
white as the snowflakes dancing in the air
her smile is slow, peaceful.
opening her eyes she looks up at the moon
at the stars
and the echo of his name calls through the ...
compiling a playlist
of love songs so sweet.
ipod shuffle reminds me of you.
floating like a cannonball
down a stream of acoustic melodies.
a violin climax
a chorus of voices
singing a song for me,