Lonesome winter, she leaves us now, love– not banished, tho departed– left to find that which’d been whispered, those frozen-breath promises, those crystal-glow wishes, found drifting upon her own bitter gales– fled this white stillness, of her chilled and obstinate pith– only a pale-gown memory persists, fluttering, within slow-spinning shadows of these taller-days’ warming, her rattling shackles fallen still, broken-open, as she’s wearied of her shivering hostility, remembered, learned again– she’d silken wings.
Aye, Spring– shall we, once and forever, be– forgiven our humanness?
I’d a memory of beige and lavender’s gentle sway, tho I’d not been certain we’d, together, seen this place, nor even I, alone. Still, your grace’d been known, this– your presence, a warm haunting, a lovely nurturance feeding my sunken-skin impoverishment. Gulping swallows of you– I’d tasted, again, bathing my lips with your sustenance, this needed love, gifted only to one– a sturdy home– twice, and without rescindment, offered to a tattered-sleeve vagabond soul, wheresoever its blown drift might wander, wheresoever Spring’s amber aerials might scatter– this dusty spirit’s ashes of compassion, be I laid amid sun-painted white-flower clover, or carried by evening’s legions of whispers to their dark-parlor wildernesses, find me; as I am only love, given, in this moment– tho thrown by wind’s whimsy. Gather me, as my falling empathy lights upon linen skin. Gather me, love, that I’d be again– whole.
Ah, yes.
🙂
I’ve minimal ability of words today, so ah, yes needs to suffice
Works for me 🙂 ’twas understood.
You can’t write this beautifully if you don’t want the love, Eric. ? I’m gonna yell it, I really am!
Thanks Vic 🙂 You’re a sweetheart.