Nocturnal Snowing

«Let this fluffy snow fall upon our Dreams and make them shine! » Set free, Your breath smoothens unshaken skies; Your perception scratches unopened realities. Is it a diversion -maybe- for lost thoughts, For lost faces and sins? Looking the other way out of fear or Embarrassment, waking up next morning, You should then learn How to keep alive the drowsing mind, While trying to shove away Her plait of hair, Jammed in the eyes of memory. Ah.. Those haunting memories! Was her pain real When she asserted «That one is my spoiled dress! My party dress Which your eyes, filled with lust, tore off of me..»? Hardly a twist of fate that Multivalent perception which made Visionary —Fanciful Your unnecessary waiting. Because she didn't come back. Even at dawn. Even in your expectation. Now your pain screams only through silence When you sink your fingers deep Into your bleeding heart —A sheer grief With no voice anymore Because day in day out, year after year Everything becomes habit. Until, Gazing at the fluffy snow falling, you Caught a glimpse of her —Along with a Whiff of her perfume.. Peering deeply into your eyes She spoke words of hope Along with a promise -possibly-: « A new life is looming beyond the whitened Fields of your mind » Hushed words, uttered under her breath, Not to scrape the purity of the night. Was it a prophecy? The celebration of a triumph or a Failure —A bloodcurdling nightmare? Enough! I'm fed up! I stare at my bloody fingers And faintly sigh. (Florence,2014) Copyright © Fabrizio Frosini - All rights reserved