Snow falls through the night
amassing into
drifts that cover each
bit of scenery,
pale vistas instead
of Spring greenery,
piling up even
on the machinery.
It is all fleeting,
not meant to last long,
soon Winter’s harsh reach;
winds, snows, and sleeting;
will melt all away,
at last retreating,
each bit seemingly
naught but dreamery.
I dreamt I was a flood
that swept across the plain
claiming all before me
each hill and curve, each drain.
Seeking out earth's crevices
no heights were safe from me,
cleaving a new river's path
sweeping to the sea.
With speed and thunder passing
I took you from your bed,
but beauty touched my steely heart
so on a soft beach spread
your naked body, lying still
and gazed upon each nipple,
to rouse your loveliness to life
I gentled to a ripple.
What if I could never write
the thoughts upon my mind,
each day would be less bright
however love assigned.
Revel in the chance that might
literally be gold entwined.
Beloved
as no one could
ever be in all of
history, that was what I thought
when sitting in the still and quiet night;
but the reflection of every
little thing between us
redefined that
‘beloved’.
Wondrous are my memories of you, their
symmetry balanced between hot and sweet;
Youthful images of us both forever
laughing at this or that--something new each meet
glossing over the inevitable sorrowful fare,
goodness and joy being a much nicer treat.