Blowing Over Them

Rain turned to snow,
and still the North wind chose
to keep on blowing over them.
Expanse of white beneath
a growing gray and gloomy sky.

Too soon, the autumn fell away.
It seemed as if the gloom were there
to stay. Greedily, they hoarded warmth
within their cubicles. Each favor asked
was suddenly refused.

Fear replaced the feel of grace.
The ice age had begun.
All they knew was power on the run.
The web was spun, the patterns
closing in.

To feel became the greatest fear of all.
Denial was the style that they
based their lives upon.
Without the sun, the feel of life was dimmed.
It used to be, they'd gather in.
Touching close, to warm the icy cold.

But now a different tale was being told.
Condemning love in moments filled
by hours that were only powered by will.
Distantly, they aimed and then they killed.
As if those others were no more than
figures on another video screen.

They used to dream of love and evermore.
Now they merely hide behind the doors
of their enclosures. Breathing stilled,
so no one knew they lived. The stereo
turned up full speed. It warped the very
air they breathed. The tapestry had surely
gone insane.

Rain turned to snow,
and still the North wind chose
to keep on blowing over them.
Expanse of white beneath
a growing gray and gloomy sky.
Too soon, the autumn fell away.
It seemed as if the gloom were there
to stay...

? Michaelette ?

12/01/2002
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