The Sounds of Snow

The snow makes a sound as it hits the ground
If we could only listen.
All at once it sounds like the wind
A blowing silencing hymn
Just like a thousand mothers
Whispering to their babies “hush”

Yes, the snow makes a sound when it hits the ground
But only for an instant.
All alone it sounds just like your blood
Swishing through your veins
And the rhythm of the snow’s song
Is your heartbeat’s thumping in your ears.

I believe the snow makes a sound as it hits the ground
But only the broken-hearted can hear it.
Its sounds like your lover’s breath
after the last time you kissed him.
It sounds like the tears being made in your eye
It reverberates in your soul;
That is the sound of snow.

Scorched

First I loved his passion.
His words crackled the fire inside
And he glowed like embers stoked.
I stared deeply in the flame
the molten core, blue dancing tips.
His fire became my sun
and blinded me straight through.
I couldn’t see the fires burn
consume, ravage, and destroy us.
I was ablaze with him.
But once the fire burned out,
and all was reduced to ashes,
I was left to smolder.

Loving Lost

Love unexpected

Loving clear

Love unbidden

Loving here

Love unsafe

Loving crossed

Love unequaled

Loving lost.

Without, without you

Love, your love
the love that cripples me.
I cannot hope
No, no I cannot hope
for a life without, without your heart.

Touch, your touch
the only warmth I feel.
I cannot sense
No, no I cannot sense
My skin without, without you near.

Words, your words,
the narration to my world.
I cannot hear,
No, no, I cannot hear
My ears without, without your song.

Face, your face
The only art I need.
I cannot see
No, no I cannot see
My eyes without, without your sight.

Soul, your soul
the reflection of my whole,
I cannot imagine
No, no I cannot imagine
Happiness without, without your love.

Wandering South

Behold the season that breaths regret
And watch with me, for our sunsets
Within the early hours.
Remember the summer that you cared?
Picked the autumn from my hair
Pretending they were flowers.

The rustling leaves whisper in red.
My weary body aches for bed
Now that the winter's come.
Upon the growth of spring I clutch
Your long forgotten tender touch.
To fallen flame I succumb.

Our love, too, changes like the trees
Leaves foliage begging on it's knees
For one more day of light.
Buried deeply our love would grow.
I would resist the slumberous snow
But I'm too tired to fight.

Passion's bounty, now fruitless yield
A summer love's weakness revealed.
It lay within the season.
Our romance dies with the closing year
How childish for us to linger here
still questioning the reason!

Wave goodbye to love beguiled
In seasons past our summer's wild.
You fill my listless mouth
With all your tired, loveless words.
Like the monarchs, like the birds
Your heart is wandering south.