Trackless REVISED

There were no tracks where she stood though she had been walking for miles.
The trees danced in the moonlight as she looked at them overhead barren and swaying with ease..
Pulling up her collar she married her eyes to ground.
There are no falling thoughts tonight.
No what ifs.
No scattered maybes.
There is no cradle to coddle her in the darkness.
There is nothing to hide behind.
There is no one to save her from the shadows.
There is no man in a cape and no fortress of solitude.
All her thoughts are casted to the depths of the deepest of dark and dormant they lie.
No longer do she share words to satisfy your quest to dissect her.
Internal knowledge is her own, and the external eludes you.
Cloaked in a mask that smiles at will.
There is so much irony in a smile, it hides so much.
The eyes have not been trained so well, so she shields them.
Think of it as icicles on the edge of an eyelash, whether it is from joy or pain the result is the same.
She looks back to find her past covered with snow.
With only the present to contend with she hurries forward.
The silence of the night is erie and the air is crisp and unforgiving.
Down the corridor she walks tightly bound, thinking how easy it was for Aphrodite to deceive her.
Finally home with her back against the door, the day and night melts from her pooling at her feet.
The shades are slowly drawn as she whispers within a sigh stating: you are not welcome to dwell and linger anymore.
Killing her softly…with kind words.
The smiles that were painted have faded, as she lifts her head in the mirror to meet brown with brown.
Realizing she cant see a thing through fogged glasses she genuinely smiles.
Laughter flows like the raindrops that kiss the flower pedals in spring.
It was so easy to dream…the memories left tracks imprinted that etched its way to her subconscious.
Armed with a shower and tattered towel she lays back and watches the car lights dance on her ceiling…and she is half dead to the world.
But in the morning…
when the moon fades…
and the sun warms the heavens she wakes.
The tracks are gone ….there are no steps where he walked to her …no foundation found underneath her feet.
She wondered the night before searching only to awake in her room…
With the covers pulled high…breath still warm…she gazed out over green grass and blue birds…no snow…no shadows just a puddle upon the floor by the door.
10/23/12 edit completed