Fur Elise

Tonight I walk

And think of you;

Crisp chant of frosted grass

Beneath my feet

And iced moon above

Lighting my path.

 

My breath plumes forth

And on I stroll,

Late night, no destination

Only silent moonlight

Raining down upon

My sighs

This clear and crystal

Winter’s night.

 

We stood on softer ground, then,

A summer hillside twilight

no words, no thoughts,

no place to be except

with you, and you with me

 

Standing heart to heart,

My arms around your shoulders,

Enfolding you into the

 nest of my love

Your head against my breast,

Your breath like sleep

Against my neck,

Eyes closed and

Joy beyond

expression.

 

Sometimes I miss you more

And sometimes the emptiness

Is tangible;

especially on these nights of winter

beneath a quiet moon.

 yet knowing of

your .happiness

fulfillment and content,

my weary eyes still close with love

My lips still form a smile.

Reviews

[Stu. T.H.]

In Winter, the world turns into a giant coloring book with love, sorrows, conflicted desires and unyielding sceneries being it's crayons. By then, great tales are scarce and far between, but when found, they are most diverse and admirable. They, are what makes the season truly golden. And the work above incorporates all such features to its story.
Inspiring work, Julian, and one very seasonal too.

[Julian]

thank you for your kind words and your grasp of all such things.

[Chris Shaw]

Utterly beautiful. How the warmth of love and memories can take the chill off the bitterness of winter. This piece touched me on an emotional level and for its magnificent description. Well done Julian.

Chris

[Julian]

Your kind words also serve well to lift the chill off my own heart, as i prepare to join my critters in bed for a few hours. Thank you and many blessings to you and yours.

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you. We have a dog and a cat. Our pets give so much. Sleep well and warm. Blessings to you too.

[Matthew Kult]

Creatively imaged. Romantically memorable

Great read

With love,

Matthew