Outside the window
I see the snow
There's nothing I can do

It's as cold out there
As it is in my heart
Waiting here for you

Suffering through Christmas
Alone beside the tree
Remembering the day when it
Was only you and me

The world ices over
Before my eyes
The wind is blowing strong

Freezing me
Down to the bone
I thought you were the one

Awaiting for the Spring to come
All the ice to melt away
But even when the chill is gone
You won't be here to stay

Dreaming of all the flowers,
Happiness, and sun
Even when Spring does get here
In my heart there will be none

For every cycle has its end
Mine has come to pass
I should've known, just like the seasons
We could never last

So as the months go by
And the calender's seasons change
I'm stuck in this cold Winter
My season stays the same

Sitting at this window
Knowing what I see
Knowing I will never feel
What everyone else seems to be

All other people
Feel the light of Spring
Experience the heat of Summer
And all the happiness Fall brings

For me it's only Winter
Shorter days, even longer nights
By this window I spend my day
Searching for your light

The light you brought into
This dark heart of mine
When you left you put it out
Gone, without a sign

Here by this window
I search everyday
Waiting for your light to shine
And my Winter to fade away

But the sun never shines
Down on my face
Happiness I do not see
There never is a trace

Patiently I view the land
Empty and quiet everywhere
Your footsteps hidden under the snow
Like you were never there

The wind whispers through the cracks
In a sweet, soft tone
Almost creating a presence here
Where I am so alone

In this place of ice and cold
Where Christmas never appears
Excitement from the days of old
Is now replaced with tears

Someone move along this season
Winter, and all my fears
So I will have a reason again,
To smile when Spring is near

They Call it fate,we were each others mate,Now You must be everything I hate.You may wait but nothing will change,Don't begin to act strange ,We will continue to exchange our glances,This Is what I get for taking chances,only broken romances.A love story gone wrong,I guess this is so-long.I'll try my best to act strong.</3

Don't look at this as a poem
Because it doesn't hold the depth or breadth
Of passion and emotion contained within a poem.
On the contrary, this is just a series of free-form thoughts
Scribbled onto a page.

To begin, I remember that first time
That I caught sight of you,
And you know as well as I
That it would be a lie if I said I wasn't taken.
But, I've always found that beauty isn't the jewel in the crown,
That it's what's found inside that brings happiness alive.

It all began that second time around,
Your first tower day, mine to be around you,
The first time that I got a breeze of who you are,
And you were a fresh gust of life, an amazing sight,
Even if my guess set you years too young.

As time has moved across this summer,
You've never ceased to inspire wonder in every way,
Watching the depth of your personality bloom the more I knew,
Bringing with it an increased maturity and age,
Changing the view and altering the light
In which I perceived you, this magnetic girl.

Bringing me to the "and now" part, as our days have wound down,
As you're being drawn along towards the door
That leads you out of town, city, and state,
I realize that I've only seen the summary
Compared to all there really is to see of you,
And I hate the thought of what I'm missing out on.

When all is really gone and said and done,
I barely know you.
I've spent hours with you in the tower
Guiding you towards new responsibility,
But that's not fully me or you.
Being tied to this mentor-mentee formality
Has slowed my feet in regards to you.

So as you go off to bigger and better things,
Remember, that if you ever want to get to know me,
That I'd very much enjoy the opportunity to know you better,
Possibly at some point when you come home this winter.

With all that said, know this,
That becoming friends with someone as smart and caring, as compassionate,
- not to mention goofy, silly, funny (read genuine) -
as you,
Is the greatest gift given this summer.

So with this fall, I wish you luck - the best of it,
Though I have my doubts that you'll need it
Seeing as how successful and able you've been
In every walk of life you've met yet.

             With all that,

                            Best Wishes,

                                                       ...

Walking down a hall of splendor,
simplicity smiles from the edges fragilely.
My eyes are enchanted by empty hearts,
gliding to transform their fates,
aflame in all their need.

Closing in are hands from years
falling through the comforts, I know nothing of.
Quickly clouding my field of vision,
I see what I cannot dream of ever promising
in any sound of love.

Fires burn and invitingly wake me
to stand visible to all aching hearts.
Yet I cannot see what they seek to win.
Until, I find I am burning in these halls of splendor
crying with no beginning and no end.

I set out to write all that I am
and found in time I had penned a tale
that left footprints on the souls
of those who had looked into the flickering fire
of my heart, thinking they knew me well.

Tracing our lifeline on your back
Through every crossroad and shoulder blade
Over every vertebrae under the gray sky
One step over the edge of the world
To where the sighs and whispers fall
Where the grass is fed by our salty tears
And gods hum and ignore their tiny worshipers
Climbing up the brown branches of your hair
To meet your head in the clouds
They will see the finger pointing down
And jump off like a leaf in autumn
Snatched in the air by your hand
They can find out who they were and will be
As they rest their heads on your palm
When they wake up their masks will be gone
And they will smile

Heart's cover sealed in burgeoning prime
Fading leaves folded in the book of time
Follicles of love blanched on the pages sublime
Billowy blades dulled with eroding sands that modulate and slime
Bleached, seamless threads spliced in the deep recesses of my mind
Glossy words overgrown, strangled with thistle and thyme
Each, dilated syllable devoid of reason and rhyme
Each segment underscored with a stagnating byline
Every, amorous allusion deconstructed; devoid of design
Each, sterile refrain resounds a doleful chime
Remaining, truncated edition a lapsing memory; requited pantomime

Graceful predator perched on the precipice of woe
Your satin crown, ebony feathers cannot camouflage mision of misery you'll sow
Your balmy wings caress as dark shadows grow
You sharpen your talons lethal grasp your helpless prey to show
But only quicken the hearts of foragers nestled below
Shrill call does not alarm wary prey; only emboldened, novel defenses bestow
Slower prey their extended units disband; bountiful feast now in escrow
Stealthy ears pick up the feigned, stressful calls of dispossessed lying low
The harried remnant recedes into veiled canopy with their cargo
Confident dive bomber, you plunge into the shielded canopy mayhem to strew
Only to have pleated wings torn by thistle, thorn guarding the undertow
Injured, but deadly weapons your armada still doth tow
With sharp beak you shred the stragglers who venture into twilight's afterglow
With bristling talons you scratch and claw causing stiffened backs to bow
But their desire to live trumps marauding havoc laid in stow
Shorn of limb but not of hope, scurrying from nest to nest to and fro
Storm clouds gather over Dover cliffs; thunderous chorus from nest doth bellow
On the sparring range, a docile, prevailing wind no longer doth blow
Wearied from long chase, depleted eagle from bleeding strand doth go

...of a pen one letter falls.

The blank cotton white paper a canvas in it self.

It's waiting for an artist to grace its presence.

Starting with one letter and sometimes followed by another.

Then connecting fragments of lines and scratches.

Creating what our culture describe as words.

Words that conduct emotion, Which in response leads to separation; gaps and spaces.

Continuing the sentence with set ideas of left overs from the past.  

Some hold no worth, and others hold all truth.

Depending on your preference they will inspire or conduct.

The simplicity of a word can get as complex as a sentence.

No matter what the message it carries.

The beauty is in its essence.