A sad lonely song plays on the air
Of a cold snowy cite street.
Her voice like a violin preforming
A song of pain...
Little foot step echo the dull street
She wraps her arms around the woman..
A child..So warm and tender..
The child, teary eyed, looks up at the woman and asks;
"Why do you sit here inthe cold as you do?
The snow is heavy and falling..Your so cold.."
She places a still warm hand ot the child's cheek
Smiles and says;
"My heart is torn, beaten, and broken..
I do not feel or fear this chill..
I fear not this cold winter weather..
Please don't be so terrified for me..?"
A tear fall down a rosey red cheek of the child,
She brushes it away;
"do not cry my darling Lark.. You shouldnt.
I am just tired of feeling this way.."
The child so distressed calls out to her in tears;
"But why? You are beautiful Miss!
A voice so pretty I heard the bird in Winter time!
Please...What is it you are feeling..?"
She shakes her head with damp hait loose there.
Snowflakes litter that wet hair, pale skin, and black lashes..
No one could tell if she was crying or not..
"Its a feeling no one should suffer in..
Such a feeling that your dream of something bad..
Would be heavenly and soft..
I am a heart so broken that no puzzle can compare.
No shatter crystal vase could be put be side it..
Not a single broken peice would fit together..
Its the price I pay..Falling in love again and again..
Then beleiving..He was the right one.."
The child rests her head in her lap,
Gazing up with saddened blue eyes,
" You can give up..Your such a Lady
A heart broekn..so? Please..don't give up..
It..cant be all that bad..PLEASE!"
A call from down the street to the child..
She stands up..dusting the snow from her dress.
With a small bend, the child kiss the cold cheek
Of the Violin voiced woman wearing a shattered heart
in her eyes..
"Please dear Lady...be happy."
Little foot steps echo on the damp street...
She watches the child run off..
Snowflakes closing in all around her little figure
Moving away from her.
Tears fall from her dead sad eyes..;
"Dear Child..know that this world is cold..
Like falling into ice water...
It burns too..like a flame to the skin.."
Moving from the iced bench, towards the Bridge.
The Wind whips through the wet clothing she wears.
A single step on to the iced bridge; cars race by
Every so often, they would glance at her and go on..
Water below the bridge..cold and torn up by the wind..
At the edge of the raling, she looks over the edge, calling ou
"This my price to pay! For loving him!
For feeling I could trust him!
For hopes my hurting heart would be mended by his love!!"
Not holding back anymore, tears fall freely!
Freezing on the railing and street side.
Pale skin cold from the touch of winter and pain.
All scars show..emotional and physical.
Screaming out to Him..through all the snow and cold
She stands tall on the Bridge ledge, face ot the snow fall.
"He said that he loved me..And that I was his everything.
That I was all he ever needed to breath!
He said without me, he was dead to this world!"
Wind picks upand the bridge shudders
Ice makes the railing and bridge slippery..
She grabs tight to the railing,;
"He took my trust and love into his own..
For so long made me feel secure and loved!
He said that he would die for me!
He would die if he ever didn't have me!"
She screams to the world of winter blowing
Against her frozen body on the edge of the bridge side.
Tear now stain her iced face, never reaching the ground.
"He promised me Forever Always!
I promised him Forever Always..
He said by winter's touch there will be a change"
Hands off the railing now, the wind holding her up really
She stands tall in the wind...on that ledge still
Waters below calling to her broken cold heart..
"Your were all I ever wanted..
Your all I ever loved in this life..
You said I was your everything..
Then....You took my heart
And threw it to street to be stepped on and crushed!?"
"So here..I say no more..
This is MY line..in the snow..
He can't hurt me anymore..no one will hurt me again
I promise tender Lark-Child..
No more hear ache..
I love him...
But he won't love me truely..
"Farwell my little Lark Child..
Never let the world hurt you
As it has hurt me.."
Without a sound, the water takes in
Her Violin voice.
Her saddness and pain.
Takes away all the broek peices and puts them together
Making her hreat..Dead..but whole again.
No one will hurt her cold, frozen..Whole Heart.
CHARLI FERGUSON (C)
Community Member