Mother Winter

A Poem by Bobo

I'm pretty f*****g psyched about winter, ok

A tender love you show
A friend I’ll always know
Cold lullabies you sing for me
Such whispers help me grow

The only one who heard him cry
Reminds the infant of
The days when he knew how to die
Through her pristine love
Mother Winter, I’m a thinker
So blind my mind to truth
Let clouded moons and frozen dunes
Make me forget my youth
Remind me of the days
When dear Death was near
Tell me through your winds, you may
The lies I want to hear
The days of inexistence
Were the best of my unbeing
‘Nothing’ is but a careless beauty
A mystery still lingering
Mother Winter, pleads this drinker
Set tremendous storms free
Skies descending, cathartic cleansing
A New World before me

But once your horrors past
The fallen night reminds me
That your purity’s the last
And first thing one can see
Thus I learn that emptiness
Is the greatest innocence
It’s just a shame that mother, she
Will never truly be