Winter Cross

 

by Raven (Kara T. Stenberg)

 

E-Mail: kkss@alaska.net

 

 

Winter winds rip through my body

While the pain churns uneasily within

And I no longer notice the ice winds bite

For warm tears streak bloodied face, so thin.

     The droplets caress my cheeks gone white

     And sear through the frost on my chin,

     Falling to freeze stiff on clothes so tight

     Like the flowing of years within.

You lay there beside me with heat in your face

That drains away breath into frost

And you, too, catch the blood of nameless affairs

While you're tied to your personal cross.

     I'm bound by the shadows impeding my thought

     And I'm afraid to swallow the night

     For it will enter and hold me as sure as the nails

     That pierce hands and feet so tight.

The chiming of winter as time it dies;

The beat of a soul marks the days.

Seconds turned seasons and words so slow

As the blue of your eyes as they glaze.

     I cannot remember the last time you were in peace

     Or the last time I didn't feel lost

     Yet I'll always hold onto the hope that I held

     When near you on my winter cross.

 

 

©February 25, 1999

 

 

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