There's something so intoxicating about

when the soul is entwined, nature finds a secondary meaning.

winter nights. being outside in the cold, shivering with beautiful music playing in your ears. 

the rhythm controlling your perception of the world around you, the trees sway with the flowing melodies, the cold air vapor overshadows and fogs out the orange street lights. 

the familiar illumination of the land from moon, & the constant awe of it’s existence as it takes your thoughts beyond the boundaries of your reality world. I wish I could have something, to myself that upon every encounter- a new feeling arises with the same deep, moral affect on my existence and soul. A muse. both our souls orbit the energy of each other without loss, but constant gain and submission to one another. Something that to others, would seem so far fetched in their world but in reality, is the closet entity in their lives. If our souls be under the pull of gravity; the shivers would be your soul entwining avec le mien. The beautiful music, a melody emphasizing the muse you have become. the motion of the trees would be a personification of your natural effect on my existence, though in winter it has lost it’s provision to bear fruits or sustain the growth of leaves bearing truth. The branches readily develops for the next harvest. the strength of tree bark remains rooted and balanced beneath the earth that nurtures it’s nature. The winter night no longer is an intoxication from its base existence but from your energy. 

-Fin-

Reviews

One thing you certainly have a way with is imagery and describing an environment. Also, I can see metaphorical lines being inserted hoping to conduct a sense of emotion for the audience.
For someone who's new to poetry you must have studied it alot before attempting it, because prose-poetry (what this is) is possibly one of the hardest next to free-verse when it comes to poetry types. It's either that or you just didn't know how to write a poem how it commonly wrote which is in fragment sentence structure usually being completed by a line underneath or written by simple phrases which when combined with multiple lines should convey some sort of emotion or moral. Which of these two intents, I don't know, for I do not know the original train of thought when it was written.

If this were written as prose-poetry, all sentences should be complete and never fragments. Also, one thing that is most definitely missing is a rhythm or beat that is consistent throughout the poem (think of a drummer who uses a four count), many people come up with rhythms or beats in their own ways, one way is to use repeating music when writing poetry and focus on the rhythm of the song, another way to learn is to learn formal structures with syllable counts and meters.
I also suggest highly to learn formal structures such as ballads, quatrains, etc. before doing something like prose-poetry or free-verse... they're like the level up genres in literature, with the next thing being flash fiction or short-stories.
your poetry has potential, I suggest keep on working at it and I can definitely see you being good at it ^_^ and great work as a first poem yo

[MOON]

Beautiful prose clear yet so vivid

[Esana Bridges]

Second to last line (not including the fin) --> "it's" --> "its". (Sorry, things like that just really bug me.)

I like your imagery and how everything seems to be dancing to the music. I enjoy the mystical/far-away and yet close-up feel that this poem has. It makes me wanna run in the moonlight.

Your choice to use a "&" instead of an "and" kind of threw me and for me, at least, it disrupted the flow. Also, I think you could have used more spacing/stanzas to your advantage (not too many, because I feel that the slight stream-of-consciousness this poem holds works to its advantage, but a few more would help the message and increase readability). Also consider using less periods and more commas to help flow.

I like how you used French (fan ~ xD) and though it seemed a bit pretentious, it helped with the faraway feeling.

The message is old, but the way you portrayed it was quite lovely. Good job. Keep it up.