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.