Colorless
.
see how I exist
reflected in the mirror’s gaze
    platinum hair and silver eyes
    i know you’re cradled in my arms, but your image falls behind me
    caught inside the coils of an alabaster serpent
beautiful words fall over your translucent lips
    reminding me of how I caused your tears to fall
    and rinsed your face with dry white wine
Your hands
chilled from the winters wind outside, are pallid and cold again
    gaunt against my flesh, blue veins traced under bleached skin
when I tremble at your touch, you sting me with reproach
    lacing silver silk sewn with diamonds through my hair
    frozen fingers tracing on my neck
knowing full well that supple rope could be wound across my throat
All that we are is separated from all that we want to be
    by the finger’s breadth of a paned glass wall
we see with eyes of water, blissfully ignoring the transparent bars around us
    if aware of our cage, and not broken by it, are we truly trapped?
even when living off the salt from each other’s sweat?
in my dreams we’re transmuting into crystal carvings
    sometimes you tell me that maybe we are
It is said that white light contains the spectrum of every shade
Here where color pales, everything is clear
.
-Moon Sidhe © 2001