I miss you more in the colder months.
It's a pity. As you too,
do glowingly embrace my skin like the fair breeze at noon.
Do faintly stir my heart like fallen leaves bristling,
dancing through my fingertips.
Not a shiver, but a shining splendor did send her
With a quiver of arrows, and to my marrow.
But the cold left my bones bare.
It all brings me back there, the water smooth and still.
Illuminated in intricate
Ecstatic explosions.
You were My shimmering sea beneath a starlit sky,
A Mariner's maiden, a new year warm with wine.
In the spring you said Goodbye.
In winter, still not have I.
In the colder months I just,
need you by my side.
Not just for warmth at eventide
but too that loneliness abide
like the sand's surrender
to the ocean's tide.
Dec 2, 2011
Dec 2, 2011 at 11:20 PM UTC
I miss you more in the colder months.
It's a pity. As you too,
do glowingly embrace my skin like the fair breeze at noon.
Do faintly stir my heart like fallen leaves bristling,
dancing through my fingertips.
Not a shiver, but a shining splendor did send her
With a quiver of arrows, and to my marrow.
But the cold left my bones bare.
It all brings me back there, the water smooth and still.
Illuminated in intricate
Ecstatic explosions.
You were My shimmering sea beneath a starlit sky,
A Mariner's maiden, a new year warm with wine.
In the spring you said Goodbye.
In winter, still not have I.
In the colder months I just,
need you by my side.
Not just for warmth at eventide
but too that loneliness abide
like the sand's surrender
to the ocean's tide.
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