There was I, elated, skating, totally oblivious to
the thin ice of fair weather promises we were
skating upon; unable to see how severed
beneath the veneer you were
Drinking in the frozen, ambrosia smell of
cinnamon spice; our chocolate box scene
draped in Christmas lights, serenaded in
carolled crystal tongues
Everything blanketed in ashen snow and I
aglow; wrapped in your love, your adoration;
your loving nature... to me, you shone pure as
the shimmering snow
All my life I had searched for peace, my heart
to ease; to finally shed the hurt and harm my
built up calloused mess of a heart, so
diseased
Perhaps now I had found my angel in the
snow; to me love he’d come to show, through
sapphire windows, just what I meant to him
and always would mean
Here could I, at last, feel safe, away from the
two-faced blame race; could I be to him and
he to me unconditional love, a destination, a
destiny, we never dared dream?
A happy family, sadly neither of us ever had;
an impermeable bastille of our own, of love
and unwavering light for us and our dearly
desired, wanted young
I thought our days in love’s alabaster haze
where effortlessly our bodies ice danced...
twirling entwined beneath the snow-flaked
laced sky, would never, ever cease
That our love’s rhythm and rhyme, so true and
sublime, would never drift or rift, turn icicle
cold; bleed into Winter’s cruel darkling decline.
Oh but through truth’s rabbit hole eyes I now
see... how badly I was deceived
It was not an angel but a devil who’d
enchanted me; it was not I but you that
needed me, to torture me with your soul
wagered... loveless greed
© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry
