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Angel in the Snow Angel in the SnowAngel in the Snow by ~notharold
As I wander through the lost forest deep
on a road of loneliness, all my own
there amidst those looming, wicked trees
I spot such wonder, an angel in the snow.
She is white, and pure, and fresh
reflecting lonely, beautiful love
but a mere image, an impression left
my angel stares at the sky above.
Will she be but temporary, faded away
by the time, the snow and wind?
Will I find her here another day
to gaze upon her image again?
Or will I meet the woman who makes this image that I know,
and follow in her footsteps, to find my angel from the snow.
untitled: not about the sea the yellow shore where wash the hollow glimpses of moreuntitled: not about the sea by ~notharold
the ever changing crystal surface in the sun
or dark and strange under rain
a sea is beautiful for these things
but my love is not given to the shore
I send it to the dark and unseen floor
that shapes the sea with contours never known
for sight can't pierce that guarded world below
underneath, where shipwrecks sink away
into the deep blue, true topography
where swim the creatures strange, and forgotten
not extinct but never told, secrets those strange demons hold
above the surface shimmers
glimmering ripples sway with tide
but my love is given more to the beauty that
Lines and Dots Lines and Dots - a title that has no meaning with the poemLines and Dots by ~notharold
You lead me through my life.
Each moment clacks by underneath me.
I am a passenger on some train -
following a track your soul has quietly laid.
I can be a hobo hitching a ride.
I can be a tourist with romantic mind.
or I can be the train, I can be the line.
You occupy my mind.
Thoughts seem disconnected, a spec floating in nothing.
They jump from one another. One to the next.
I am reminded of childrens games.
Thoughts are a giant connect-the-dots.
Those lines surely form your image.
With hundreds of thousands of dots, adding detail with each thought.
It's you. . i
untitled: When the soul is... When the soul is thinuntitled: When the soul is... by ~notharold
yet will not be broken by the blade;
the skin gives in, but life won't fade,
I wonder why you choose this place.
Then I remember..
that blade across my own face.
When your costume's frayed,
ragged and tattered yet still worn;
for all displayed your true, yet filtered form,
I wonder if the world is sane.
Through all the mess..
I find quiet beauty in your pain.
I'd die to light your soul again.
Sta.sh
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