The voice,
that dances amongst
the beating chambers
of your heart strings,

the harp’s tune;
now tickled,
notes reach
their staff to

descend
upon
their
bass.

A blanket of dust
now covers our picture.
Soft earth that was once your skin,
is now dusted with snow.

This sheet had layered
over months without warmth.
But we are soon
to hold each other again.

Then Spring bed will be dawned upon,
and rains of April;
shower mud off of your
brilliant reflection.

Summer may bore
our new year,
to melt mountain’s
ice covers.

Anchors slip away,
in a sea, calmed by
nightly solitude.

A puff of wind,
eases a bedroom
shade open.

A flake of dust,
drifts alone,
gently on.

There’s scars you’ve left behind
in me, on me,
emotional wounds
never vanish.

Flagellated this face,
choked this heart,
gushes of red-stained tears
from these lacerated eyes.

Scarify my cheeks
with streams of
white-hot memories
…**** you!

Candles within your eyes,
illumine my shadow.

Lonely in the dim I was,
there’s now a glow to follow.

Those floating candles.
Passing by
along those steady streams.

A burning incense.
Dripping wax  
upon those vanilla sticks.

Puddles now at their lids.
Dried to a still,
past burns are seen.