A ladder.

[chess]

sharp winter flash
of frost-tinged fire
spread your wings
pure as ice
white as bone
dead as the leaves
beneath my feet
dead as the dreams
we once did dream

true colours
weather the storm
burnt away
pretense of play

bright summer flash
of red-tinged fire
spread your wings
dead as the world
beneath my feet
dead as the dragons
we once did dream

true colours
cannot hide
they can never
be denied

and through the fire
and through the rain
maybe I can
begin again

for the stories He will write
are far beyond
and far above
and far outside
the ones I could.

Comments

[chess]

You could try responding on Snowplains... </grumble>

[passage.livejournal.com]

Look kid, if you will write such long entries I tend to get lost reading them ...

Neil, who ought to be getting sleep or doing vector calculus, not spodding ... hmmm, never stopped me before.