Whispering Waltz
A/N: This is my first go at anything Edward Scissorhands related, so I thought I best start small, right? So here's my first attempt, a poem about Kim's snow-dancing scene (isn't it beautiful?).
A presentiment of snow
Slides into her sight
Wrapping her in white warmth.
The touch of snowflakes tender
As cold as sensitive steel
As gentle as his eyes.
Petal-like lips part with awe
Lost eyes spill with a rush of warmth
And she finally sees.
The snowflakes cheer
Joyful and beautiful
Dancing and whispering on the air.
Around and around they fall
With longing and grace
Reaching for one dance with her.
They fall in a shower of purity
Weaving around her
Like pristine fairy-dust.
They cast their delicate spell
Their ice melts her heart
As they ask her to dance.
In a world of her own
She glides across falling snowflakes
Sailing through soft icy kisses.
Her heart swells and fills
Realising his place within it
And she dances for him.
Like soft diamonds they flow downwards
With the regret of his loneliness
But her whispering waltz gives warmth once more.
She twists and glides
Beneath his icy masterpiece
That melted her heart.
She waltzes with arms outstretched
Reaching for him
As the snow he gave her sings.
She floats like a flying ship
Slowly in a soft careen
The white sails full.
Languidly cleaving to ice as she dances over lawns
Watching his loving creation sway with snow
Like a rocket of light to erase the dark.
Snow studs golden hair like starlight
The flakes sighing around her
Her field of vision celestial.
She moves lost in a street of dreams
Seeing quiet stars waltz for her
She sees what he gave her.
She forgets about words and time and age
She is warm now
She is free and lovely.
She arises into a pure illusion of white
As she spins in a dream of him
In a dream of dancing with him.
She embraces snow like cold metal hands
She leans into their frigid grasp
Winding hands together.
In her heart they clasp
And lean ever closer
And for a moment are lost in a blizzard of hearts.
She longs for the friendly snow to fall
In sheets and showers
As she reaches out to dance with him.
He is lost in the outpouring of his work
She is lost in sudden brightness
But the moment must end too soon.
The blooming white lily in her soul
Is crushed with loss
As the snowdrop and bluebell wave goodbye.
The bright birds left for the south
Too long before their time
And she stands clutching a fleeting memory of snow.
In a soft cocoon of icy flakes she remembers
As she dances in a flurry of pristine love she longs
As the snow's dance whispers his name.
He taught her how to love
He taught her how to fly
He taught her how to dance.
A/N: This is my first go at anything Edward Scissorhands related, so I thought I best start small, right? So here's my first attempt, a poem about Kim's snow-dancing scene (isn't it beautiful?).
A presentiment of snow
Slides into her sight
Wrapping her in white warmth.
The touch of snowflakes tender
As cold as sensitive steel
As gentle as his eyes.
Petal-like lips part with awe
Lost eyes spill with a rush of warmth
And she finally sees.
The snowflakes cheer
Joyful and beautiful
Dancing and whispering on the air.
Around and around they fall
With longing and grace
Reaching for one dance with her.
They fall in a shower of purity
Weaving around her
Like pristine fairy-dust.
They cast their delicate spell
Their ice melts her heart
As they ask her to dance.
In a world of her own
She glides across falling snowflakes
Sailing through soft icy kisses.
Her heart swells and fills
Realising his place within it
And she dances for him.
Like soft diamonds they flow downwards
With the regret of his loneliness
But her whispering waltz gives warmth once more.
She twists and glides
Beneath his icy masterpiece
That melted her heart.
She waltzes with arms outstretched
Reaching for him
As the snow he gave her sings.
She floats like a flying ship
Slowly in a soft careen
The white sails full.
Languidly cleaving to ice as she dances over lawns
Watching his loving creation sway with snow
Like a rocket of light to erase the dark.
Snow studs golden hair like starlight
The flakes sighing around her
Her field of vision celestial.
She moves lost in a street of dreams
Seeing quiet stars waltz for her
She sees what he gave her.
She forgets about words and time and age
She is warm now
She is free and lovely.
She arises into a pure illusion of white
As she spins in a dream of him
In a dream of dancing with him.
She embraces snow like cold metal hands
She leans into their frigid grasp
Winding hands together.
In her heart they clasp
And lean ever closer
And for a moment are lost in a blizzard of hearts.
She longs for the friendly snow to fall
In sheets and showers
As she reaches out to dance with him.
He is lost in the outpouring of his work
She is lost in sudden brightness
But the moment must end too soon.
The blooming white lily in her soul
Is crushed with loss
As the snowdrop and bluebell wave goodbye.
The bright birds left for the south
Too long before their time
And she stands clutching a fleeting memory of snow.
In a soft cocoon of icy flakes she remembers
As she dances in a flurry of pristine love she longs
As the snow's dance whispers his name.
He taught her how to love
He taught her how to fly
He taught her how to dance.
