GothicThylacine

Hot cocoa in front of a blazing fire While outside a blizzard reigns supreme A day of brilliant sun After a week of driving rain Laughter and puzzles In a world so devoid of charm All in a row conversation I can get nowhere else Cheer that is always welcome When so many are weak or dreary An encouraging word when all others scorn Teasing and testing my will to be true A harbor in worlds other than our own A new heart-sister so quickly grown Tears upon my face like crystalline streams Born of a lie I never meant to be real A violence induced headache over a broken heart And the truth that love is not pain Silk covered sandpap

An artificial chill gilds Recycled air lit by Reflected sunlight through Wall-sized windows on A clear fall day that Would be better spent sitting On a hilltop laughing At the world as It wheels beneath a dreamer who Dreams of a life unfettered by Silly notions of work and time instead Being bound by love to see All the truth and beauty in A world touched by peace

One day I stooped to grasp A tattered feather left in your wake as You floated from my presence on The breeze of a chill fall day I'd seen your face a thousand times before The day I finally saw your battered wings because Clear-sighted though I've always been You hid your wings from me The signs were there for those to see Who were not as blinded by your serenity as Was I those many days when We met together under star and sun And when at last I could truly view You as you had fallen to become It was too late to stop the change Of becoming something you were never meant to be Were feathers once fluttered now Black canvas stretched across

Without darkness What is light? Without water Can we know fire? Without air Is earth truely there? If there was no spirit could there be man? If there was no moon Would the sun be the same? A cold winter's day Makes you appreciate summer... The flash of a firecracker Hightens the dark... Can you know pleasure Without first knowing pain? Can true love be felt Without feeling loss?

How can it have been so long ago, So many people and trials ago, When it seems like no time has passed? It could have been a dozen years, A hundred years, A thousand, I no longer see the passing years, Gone in the blink, Of what has come to be. Currents of emotion, Scarlet and sapphire, New leaves and perfect roses, Colliding, collapsing, Exploding into streamers, Of confetti and rainbow droplets. Can I explain it, In simple words? For something so unearthly, English seems so shallow, Limited to what is seen, And what is felt, With hand or eye. It cannot tell of the limitless, Tumultous, Fields of heart, and mind, and

Serene eight-fold horror Eight eyes, unblinkingly black Eight limbs, colorfully unnerving Black fur in wild tufting sproats Red stripes, blue stripes Vivid warnings of unfullfilled painful promise Goldenrod wings a-flutter Though veiwed with fear Brings relief from pain Calm composure amid frantic injuries A peaceful myriad of reflections Broken by a mirror Incapable of stillness Silver scaled reflector Spiked with vivid violet Feathers of ice Undershot with frozen sunbeams Energetic rainbow droplets Splayed around a moving form Unnerving stillness at hinted threat Hissing cold as northwinds blow Playful energy again when