Dear Love.

Dear Love.

Dear Love,
Why so far away?
It’s awfully lonely here,
With winter tundras and piercing winds,
With silent nights and orange glows.
This ice chills me to my bones,
But this distance stills my marrow.
Days and days meld continuously,
And endless nights bleed my rainbows into black.
Perhaps I shall meet you tomorrow,
Whenever that may be.
Tomorrow, today,
An endless moment away?

______________________

Wistful thoughts.

Lost in Winter.

Love doesn't end
It comes back in floods and flashes,
With still photos and shifting images,
With lost laughter and sudden memories,
It comes back like waves too high to resist,
Waves too strong to struggle against,
It comes back like rip tides,
Ripping. Tearing. Destroying.
And leaving another body out to sea.
To be found...to be lost.

Love doesn't end.
It walks with you, its invisible footprints by yours,
Trailing in the snow.
It whispers old phrased and warm memories into your ear;
It enters the spaces between body and jacket as you fight the ice,
As you push back the biting wind.

Too cold to cry,
Too cold to do anything but walk with Love.
Side by side, heads ducked low.
Deep in conversations about... Why? What if's? What now's?...
Spoken is hushed voices,
You swear you've had this conversation before,
Long ago. Or was it yesterday...

And suddenly Love disappears,
Gone as you reach the steps.
As you open and enter the door.
But Love waits for you.
Your next Winter stroll,
Your next moment of solitude,
Love waits.
Always there.
Always waiting.
Always.