We were lambs
When first we met,
Rubbing noses,
Getting wet.
We gambolled
In the meadow,
Lost our balance
On new legs,
Found our footing,
Earned our *****.
Our future loomed
Before us.
We grazed on
The greenest farms,
Wove our way
Like knitting yarn.
But you,
Dear ewe,
You grew your horns.

If you only knew
How much I love you

Then maybe some day
Some how
Love would find a way

My love,
he's always there, even when he's not.
I feel his presence in every snowflake.
I taste his lips in every tear.
I hear his heartbeat with every crack
of frost upon my windowsill.
He tastes like
strawberries and sadness.
The Spring broke his heart
and now he's broken mine.
Encased it in ice to claim as his own
never knowing what would come later.
I've always fancied doomed love
but never
Fire and Ice.
Never something so
masochistic.
He thinks his chilled words
can soothe the painful flames engulfing my innards.
What does Winter know of
Summer?
There is always a season to keep them apart.
He cannot know he is breaking my heart,
threading lines of ice through a cracked and aching vessel.
The rains of Spring are only the tears of
Summer,
weeping as I watch the last of my love
melt away.

I would breathe deep of midnight
If only to drown in the blaze of your dawn

i crept up like a shadow
in unison with sunshine's rays
through fields left fallow
slowly on a deer made maze

i approach the water
eyes focus on the mountain brook
my excitement gets stronger
just close enough to have a look

i cast into tails of rapids
hoping for the rising sight
that's when it quickly happens
a trout moves to take a bite

i set the hook on my prey
nature goes along with my plans
it really is a perfect day
when you hold a rainbow in your hands

How do you expect me sleep
With you circling every thought.

Like the leaves of autumn,
You're everywhere I walk.

And stepping on these leaves of yours
Produces my favorite sound.

Tonight that sound is too loud to sleep through.