Let Winter Come So That it May Be Spring Again, Airi

This is the sequel to my poem, "Acceptance and Hope Hold hands."

Even just the night before, I thought, as the snowflakes meandered about in the dark
That I would wait until the brink of Death for this brand of hope
To not be struck blind upon venturing Outside; to see the beauty I’ve always just missed
I would have waited until that final moment to feel the warm rays dance on my face
And watch them play in my eyes; that such wonders exist escapes me

Only to see it in your lovely smile today
“Airi, I see it in your beautiful eyes when we talk”
To glean it from your insightful thoughts, always
“Airi, it radiates from your very disposition”
To be realized for more than a moment is more than I ever asked
“Airi, how will I feel when we finally dance?”

Can we waltz across the faceless Ocean of Change?
Sinking with each step, never missing a beat, nor forgetting a turn
Can I be warm in your embrace before the Cold brings me Home?
Arm-in-arm, hand-in-hand the Cage of Numb long since dispersed
Can Life’s Last Embrace come while I’m lost in yours, Airi?
Making waves in the Ocean of Change as we dance in my Mind’s tear-filled eye

The snowflakes dance and race about as we spin and we turn
Never to leave, as they are still a part of me, forever and always
But they are gentle and kiss our skin as we twirl together over the ever-sparkling waves
No more biting and freezing; just kissing and caressing as they ride on this breeze
No longer do they form an Icy Tomb; a Frigid Prison
And it’s all thanks to you, Airi; my Heroine to the very end, even if you never know

I can only tell you that the love is there in my lonely kingdom, somewhere

Reviews

[Brianna Brie]

To be realized for more than a moment is more than I ever asked
"Airi, how will I feel when we finally dance?"

The snowflakes dance and race about as we spin and we turn
Never to leave, as they are still a part of me, forever and always
But they are gentle and kiss our skin as we twirl together over the ever-sparkling waves
No more biting and freezing; just kissing and caressing as they ride on this breeze
No longer do they form an Icy Tomb; a Frigid Prison
And it's all thanks to you, Airi; my Heroine to the very end, even if you never know

I can only tell you that the love is there in my lonely kingdom, somewhere

I love this poem. The metaphor is so simple why didn't I think of it? Yet, it is breathtaking. The thought of snowflakes dancing around in winter while love waits to be reunited in the spring is genius. Been there done that and know exactly how it feels. This leaves longing in my being. Thanks for entering the Missing Him, Missing Her contest.

[Frances O'Neill]

Beautiful poem! Each verse is well-strung, one upon the other. I like its unusualness.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

The most beutiful poem I have read in a long while. Simply enchanting. This touched me. Excellent work.

[Onyx Sky]

This is utterly beautiful. I loved it. This poem is beautiful and it reads like a melody, great job. :)