❄️ Snowstorm ❄️
As Spring yet approaches, I still can recall— The passion of my youth, the spirit of my fall, From innocence to impotence and gestures from the grave: Wherein I left the visage of my angel who would pray…. That warmth could melt the frozen limbs & times which now have passed, In absence now the words mean more than when I heard them last. She spoke to me, I cherish now what then I barely caught. Still wandering, inside my mind like someone who was lost. And were I spring I’d rush to melt the frost upon the ground And to exhume my own mistakes to speak to you but now— I have to wait and turn to ice, the absence left me cold, I still recalls the things I said and how I lost control. I swear it off and seek for change with chains around my throat, Those Summer days or was it Fall with circumstance of note… I know you’re there you wander still but I will not arrive, I seek for you inside the Spring and remain in your mind— If consciousness does yet persist, perhaps we’ll reunite— Upon ...