The Chronicles of Infel

Snow

Snow sways softly down from darkened

Sky consumed

By ashen clouds

And lands          collected             with its others

Touching, loving, holding, kissing, till

They all              melt                     together               Becoming One

Silent; bliss

On what used to be a

Deep green grass covered hill,

But now is

Cold and

Dead

From

Winter’s grasp and morning dew, now

Frozen like          a

diamond

To the                               bright                   red

Petal of a

Chrysanthemum

Reminds me that

My

Tears have long since

Melted

From

My hands pressed to my face

Where you held

Me                             And

Kissed

Me

For

The

Last

Time.