Elusive Accord

Howling winds kiss my cold cheeks,
and I pretend that your fingers
are grazing against my skin.

Illusions shatter in Winter ...
I am left with only ice
on this path.

Walking alone ... toward something ...
Somewhere ... maybe ... perhaps
I'll know it when I find it.

Across the distance,
hanging on the far horizon,
a siren sings her January melody.

A lullaby meant
to lull me to sleep ...
but I'd freeze here all alone.

Trudging ahead with clear intentions ...
focused on the future ...
elusive though it might seem at times.

The clock strikes
a Midnight chime,
and I am the bell tolling.

I am the bird whistling
while working my way
back into the comfort of your warmth.







"Elusive Accord" originally appeared in Anti-Heroin Chic