cold

 the vapors of frost 

are

coursing 

too soon

for hope left

icy in August's

new 

moon

 

May's spring time glee 

is

only a dream 

swept in

his 

dance 

the offered heart

my 

wreath 

descends

 

the 

pole

 

left dying

 

left

cold

 

 

I'm losing

the memory of his face

his touch 

is

smothered in 

July's stagnant fog

waiting on the breath

your breath

makes 

no 

sound

 

deadening

to

 

a heart

chilled 

for the very last time

my blood

my passion

denied

trails along 

the distance 

of

barren landscape 

towards

Winter's door

 

leaves

will fall soon

 

a fitting decay 

to 

remind me of

love's first hello

as 

the wheel

turns 

full 

circle 

 

for us

 

no more

 

frozen 

 

will be

the coming of Yule

and king's fire 

will cleanse

my memory

and wine will

drown your voice

 

the cold

 

you left

will turn to rain 

and i will dance

again 

in

showers of love

for someone

 

else's 

 

song

Reviews

[wiccaceltica]

LOL, no kidding. but since they went to this new and improved set up, they won't let me actually post the poem, only the title.... and of course I can't go back to my other work in any way, shape or form....too bad ... this was my best one yet ;-)

[Dave]

Rats...I hate it when people write poems in invisible ink and then I am too late to read them.

Oh well.

;-)