❄️ 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 the threshold between here and Summer’s afterlife…

Thus terrified I wander still, I trace you through the Fall,

The auburn leaves and cool breeze which leads across the wall…

This other side is snowy still and frost it coats the ground,

I replay yet the moments when you first would come around.

In those I slipped, the passion melts the ice around my youth—

And uncontrolled I spiral out still yearning, after you.

The absence lets me follow prints until I reach the bridge—

And there they end, I can’t pretend I understand your gift…

I’d like to meet up later on if you could yet return,

The Spring arrives, the sun will rise, and slowly I will burn.

I know I’ll still call out to you the specter in my hills—

The youth which taught me all I know where you’ve remained yet still.

As Spring it falls I still recall how I’d do it again—

The Summer blurs and now it seems the snow is setting in…