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Caressing the surface..

Somehow i found the time of year fitting it..
It started just with the title, then grew larger while writing it.

My hands softly touching a wall made of black stones.
Leaning against this wall my body slowly slides down.
Legs that will no longer bear what was brought to me by cold winter winds.
Becoming aware that the ground under my feet is made from ice
- so clear, i can easily see my own shape mirrored on it's cold surface.
Underneath the ice, figures dancing to music played by a violin.
My fingernails clasping into the ice, trying to hold those figures inside my hand.
Unexspectet warmth inside my hand, as blood sets free underneath my fingernails,
and slowly my hand gets closer to this vision of dancing happyness.
After a while my fingers got a boulder of ice carved out of that glassy surface.
Wiping of some crumps from it, I discover a couple entwined inside of it, and next to them
I could see the grim reaper himself, his scythe leaning on a wall,
a violin in his hands.
Etearnity loves the moment, the woman whispers,
and in that moment a tear fell down from my eye to that could boulder,
burning a smoth hole into it, filling it to it's borders.
Just when the tear touched the boulder, the couple opend their eyes,
starting to move in circles slowly and the violin started to play a melody
soft-hearted and wild.
The more the puddle of my tear congealed,
the more hushed the violin sounded.
When i could no longer tell the difference
between this tear and the ice surrounding it,
I noticed that the couple had closed it eyes again, entwined,
with a slight smile underneath there brows and a kiss on their lips,
whereas the reaper had switched his violin for his scythe.
As the Blood from my fingers moved into the boulder,
I could see the couple kneeling down before the reaper humble,
but not supplicating the awaited eternity to enclose them in warm, dark arms.
Home. When the Reaper started to move, the boulder seemed so filled with warm blood,
that it would almost burst. I could no longer spot anything inside it,
and it got warmer and warmer, until i could no longer hold it.
When it fell back into the Hole i took it from,
it looked as if a sun would rise from the ground.
The mirror-like, glassy surface of the ice was filled with warm light,
and from the ground a blossom - to beautiful to describe - grew towards the sky.
I felt somethin tickeling my nose, and with a smile on my face I opened my eyes
to see a butterfly sitting on it.
With just one flap of it's wings it blew away my dream,
with it's soft caress it took me back to the surface.

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