Courtney Rhoades

Snow

The slowly falling snow
adds a blanket of freshness
hiding the long forgotten grave
a single flower
long since past its prime
across the still young grave
no headstone carved
not even a passing glance
alone she lays beneath the ground
never to see the time
the first snowfall of the year.


Music

Time passes slowly
When your all but forgotten
Hide behind the mask of years
Intoxicating love is reduced
The hazing clouds of sweet suffice
Gone.
Open your eyes
In this nightmare known as life
Turn away
Friends turn to enemies
Sick of lies
Sick of hate
Lie down in your fears
Surround yourself in that hate
Turn off thought, turn off sight
Sink down slowly
Enclose yourself, withdraw
Into the music

{Poetry by Courtney Rhoades}