"Come away!" the voices whisper.
I
walk, undaunted, through moon's half-light.
Gray moss hangs
from shadowed limbs.
Poison oak hides in vine
maple.
Further, deeper into the dark forest,
The night wind
feeds and grows
In the shadows around me.
I
stand at the edge of a moonlit clearing
Staring at a single
startling form,
You. Your arms reach out for me.
Your hair hangs like dark tapestry.
The night reflects
off your pale skin.
You are naked in the wind.
"Come away!" the voices beg.
The
air chills me as I approach.
You do not move. You do not
speak.
Frozen in silence you wait.
I
shout your name above the wind,
But my words do not affect
you.
You are silent as stone.
The
wind pushes me from you.
I struggle forward, fighting
The
moonlight and the cold.
I
stare into an ice-covered face,
Horrified by your choice
And by my own.
"Come away!" the voices scream.
A
breath away from the cold shell,
The frozen prison of
eternity,
My skin is numb.
My
fingers turn black as I touch
The crystal tear on your
cheek.
My arm changes to glass.
But
I cannot pull away.
I embrace the cold agony of night.
My
voice joins the wind.
I
am still.
Frozen with you, because of you.
I cannot hear
the words.
"Come away!" the voices
whisper.
