Soft falling hush – a thaw in winter’s frozen tears. Just you and me now in every season. A lone gray wolf howls and so it begins. As you kiss the snowflakes from my lips.
There is no help here. Just a cancelation of the vows. The kisses are cold through lack of practice. And the yawning blankness disturbs my soul. Come then let us kiss and breath again the bending boughs. And we will make a new life lying down together. In another place.
This morning we painted the sky. Bodies the same honeysuckle, yellow and white. A new season, stiff in softness. Tied to any moment, in any hour. So, I shall see you in the new city. And I will ask you ”How shall we tantalize the shadows today?”
A season or war and a season to walk. Spring surges at the realm and tries to heal those gaping wounds. The last remnants of a harsh winter receding. I am bound to travel onwards. Into what is and what will be.
As I walk I see spring. Lurching by the river. What a delight it is. To see such rare wings in this cold place. But I can’t stay long. My love is waiting and I don’t want to freeze to death.
You and spring awaken me. And in the sea of love and summer’s yellowed lawn. My flames of desire will set the sky alight. Brown, blue, black and yellow. Your beauty and loving ways will colour me
You once told me I was doomed. A life full of times I cannot hide. Yet, I am no slave to these stern memories. And I can tell that maiden whose love I have sought. That I am only doomed to go my way. For I have your magic eye. And feel the sweetness of love so near.
Wandering, wandering have I grown? Here the noise of life fails to break the blank days. And my love isn’t here; but far away. So, still possessing a season or two. I will mount the road again. A little closer to those loving eyes. Fixed only on me.
A Wandering Poet 