Hot Spell

I.

No snow sheaths creation
To lie about Earth's flaws,
just smoky clouds that billow
and tuck away my stars.
The grass begins its turning,
but the time has not come,
Buds peak out of branches
where lights are still hung.
I beg them to hide themselves,
This heat wave will not last,
but nature never listens
She follows her own path.
A frost is coming quickly
It will kill the vulnerable
so I wait another season
for the maturing of my love.

II.

I feel the change in climate
Of a spring that's come too soon.
Every sense echoes excitement
But my calendar stays full.
The changing grass-green,
The sun's impassioned heat
Unquestionable hot spell
leaving my resistance weak.
Muddying warm clarity
As I marvel at the weather,
Seemingly so certain
in this mock-season of change.
But the plants embrace the heat wave
and the animals thrive in packs.
Who am I to question
whether this warmth will last?

On Love and Happiness

When I speak to you
Near dead in the night
Your soul burns out,
but my fire ignites.

The words you say
taste like water it seems.
You can sleep for days
but you don't have dreams

You say you want a love
That will last for all time.
You say you like poetry
but you cannot hear the rhyme.

You place love on a dais
so high you cannot reach.
I tell you what love is,
You tell me not to preach.

"If love isn't enough,
When love is all we got.
You can love somebody,
and still be forgot."

I want you to see it,
Once and for all,
We cannot all be happy
When that final curtain falls.

[Sighs Run Deep Tonight]

Sighs run deep tonight
As an icy gale cuts through the bare trees
That shiver in the cold.
What secrets lay buried beneath that snow?
Would you melt to see
The love and longing for cherished summer?
The fear of reckoning?
Imagine me, tearing you from winter's embrace.
Endless and hopeless;
That grip may feel to me, the one without
The truth or heat
To melt the smothering white that holds you.
But the mask works
To protect me from the hurt that hearts may have
When feelings lay
Bare and uncovered like the trees around us.
Snow banks cling
To the flowerbeds and my bed stays cold.
Winter continues
As I struggle to bury my love with reason
And sickening snow
To beg the silence of my greedy glances.
I cannot thaw the fact,
For I fear the end of more than snow and ice,
But a light from you
Could be my ethereal melting point...