To the GreenGirl
in WinterWhite
She said,
"it wasn't love, silly,
it was just winter,
and I was fucking freezing!"
i shook like
browning leaves
wilting in the late fall night
like the grass that runs along the river
carrying the melodies of my past
i succumbed to all that is chaotic
but isn't this what I wished for?
i had one hand
glued to history
and my eyes stead-
fast on the future
stuck in the middle of my weakness
wading through the storm
tonight you
spiraled into
my mind
it's been a year
and now
you're the whirlwind in my dreams
the orchestra in my head
is wild
thunders rolling in
the tulips are all closing
to know an artist
is to begin
to understand
i loved her you see
but not her art
gave her my heart
she ripped it apart
now i'm cluttered brushstrokes
on a once virgin canvas
the sun comes into the studio
makes my face look so surreal
the ambiguity
in what she could see
and the way she set us free
it haunts me
it haunts
me
and as another
winter screams
from around the next corner
to the GreenGirl in WinterWhite
stay warm my dear, stay warm!
