abstract silence

Winter solitude
traverses through blue shadows;
ribbons
intertwining
with woven threads of nouns and verbs.
Words are an endless stream of emotion,
an emotion
you hold within your hands
like
water drawn from the depths of your soul.
Snowflakes colour your eyes
with dreams and reflections
sketched upon a winter's evening sky.
Moments
slip through streeetlamps
while
the wind follows you
through conversations in softly-lit cafes.
Newspapers cajole the snowflakes
into painting
letters of black and white;
blue shadows running with the night air.
The abstract searches
for
lines beyond picasso's cubist buildings
lights fading
from
flourescent to the soft glow of candlelight
upon a wooden table.
Streets are empty of teakettle conversations;
5 p.m. now just a faded memory.
Snowflakes walk with the wind
through
a sliver of fragile light;
love speaking through shakespeare's sadness.
Words
fall
through music echoed upon an an ice covered pond;
stars watching your silence
from a dark sky.
The embers of a fire that warmed our souls
whisper into
the heart
of
a northern wind that carries the very breath of life itself;
love reciting the ghosts of poet's words
within
the soul of a perfect snowflake.