Posted by Atticus on September 26, 2004, at 8:43:37
Click of Glass Slippers on Silicon Chips
Sleek feline eyes of finest jade,
Emerald iridescent pools reflecting Oz,
Weep aquamarine tears
That leave bejeweled trails
Along porcelain cheeks
Framed by ebon tresses
Before tumbling from her chin
Like flawless glittering hail
Onto fingers dancing a slow
Sad solitary waltz
Across a keyboard ballroom,
Leaden with the grief
Of the broken and forsaken,
Hoping the click
Of glass slippers
On silicon chips
Will draw virtual arms
Through ethereal realms,
And she waits,
Features awash
In blue cathode ray-tube hues,
But no cyber-caress comes,
And the golden coach
Is once again
Just a pumpkin.Until she hears
The distinctive digital thunder
Of steel-toed boots
Crashing across a plain
Of plastic lettered stepping stones,
Slamming into the keys
With reckless graceless
Ferocious abandon,
And feels a feral presence,
A familiar blue-eyed
Fiber-optic phantom,
All spikes
And leather
And tattoos,
Storming across the traceless space
Between their minds
To soothe and smooth
Her furrowed brow
And brush away the crystals
Encrusted on her face
Until the falling rain
Of tiny new-born sapphires
Rings like glass wind chimes
As it strikes her desk.
His minds-eye gaze
Hovers over lush green pastures
Like an azure sky of deep, deep summer,
Determined to chase away
Any lingering thunderheads
That still may lurk
Nearby.
-- Atticus
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