Something So Cold (London,1994) Poem by DM W

Something so cold, here in your presence.
Something unreal, that will not relent.
Something unspoken, a brooding discontent.

Although I only met you yesterday,
I feel as though I once knew you long ago.
Yesterday in that darkened room,
Your skin was so pale,
Your eyes were so deep with ruin.
Yesterday, I saw the corpse like beauty
Of one so young, so lost and doomed.
Across the room as the fires faded out;
The serpents of fear seemed to loom.
But you seemed not to notice;
You seemed not to care.
Your voice was weak and worn
As you ran your fingers through your hair.

Something so cold belonged to you there.
Something so cold returned to me there.

True beauty is cruel or so they say.
Your beauty lies in solitude;
Night's stars breaking through each day.
As I look into your eyes,
I sense a deep blue mystery there,
As the grey mists try to hide.
Yet I cannot reach out to you.
There's something cruel
About your eyes so strange and icy blue.

I shall never know you.
And you shall never know me.

Is there true sanctuary
Behind this darkness
Which divides us?

Is this shattered glass
On the carpet, an omen?

You know we shall never meet again.
You know we must never meet again.

Something so cold belongs to you here
Something so cold returns to me here.