The bitter rain came flying
Dropping like icy marbles,
Freezing my bones, the wind
Stung my knuckles with lightning,
Shards of glass scraping past
my tender face, torn pink
Like blood mixed with snow
And ice, this bitter day

as I sat and watched the sun set over the trees,
I couldn't help but notice
the last beams of light.
they danced patterns along my skin,
creating a warm touch that seemed to
caress
the cells underneath.

Day by day my demons slide
Into a lake, so deep and wide
But some wouldn't see but a sea at least,
While others see oceans of evil beneath,

The turbulent depths turn, with time and tide
To come and go, and to no man abide;
But inner workings, ticking dear,
Casting them forth, or bringing them near,
All played to the tune of a tone deaf ear,
Which went never hearing my pitiful fear

There is
no such thing
as lost love.

Old loves
do not
simply vanish.

They always
reappear
in disguise
as new lovers.

  ~mce