spring once
(the path from my heart to yours)
sweet
shining
full
of promise
(days and nights to come)
soon
sultry nights of summmer
(senses steaming)
lay heavy on it
parched
by very fire
(a famishing flame, yet somehow quenching)
my passion
become ocean to your moon
then
(cooling)
a bright, colored autumn
grand amidst days
yet
marching more quickly to nights
avidly embracing eager embers
(with which to chase the chill)
now
deep drifted winter
(savage, icy winds
flinging frigid knives
of crisp, clear indifference)
impassable
(huddled 'bout memory's uncertain flicker
i ponder the numbness
in my
soul
and yours)
