frost's company

[zarlon]

i feel like a porcelain doll -
sky cracked with brimming fountains
the shape yet undefined,
we crawl,
towards planets that only -seem- to offer better winter nights
[ when you would swear jack frost is kissing you right on the nose ]
it's an effort i've collected,
and a passion she paints in watercolor
i watch the palette smear togther,
as one by one, we articulate our words
i feel a bit of a light wind
but heavier and braver than the soldiers furrowed brow
misdirect the edges of the square
until i feel as if i was swimming backwards into puddles full of imagination's creatures
leaving you breathless with every swerve and twist and turn,
of this crooked path we've set ourselves on.

[ but the path back home,
is not always the one lined with frost.]

[justin]

your writing evolves into something more beautiful each time :)

[Osiris]

Originally posted by zarlon
[ but the path back home,
is not always the one lined with frost.]

but who wants to take the path back home?

venture into the dark, snow-laden unknown :: you won't be disappointed