In the dead of
the winter of my soul
I stand alone & bare
amidst glorious mountains
capped with glowing ice
as cold and as hard as
your seemingly unfeeling
heart
wanting so much to be able
to see beauty
without having to feel
its unintentional bitterness
the winds of my worries
howl relentlessly
whipping around
the fresh fallen powdered
snows of your existance
It is at this very moment
that I am
blinded, cold, & bitter
yet, I stick out my thirsty tongue
like a compass to guide
to once again find
and
let your memory
permeate quickly
into my wholeness
I can still feel the chill
C R E E P I N G
attempting to numb my spirit
but just like the rays of the sun
my heart remains warmed
COME
let
ME
cloak you with the purity of
my coat of infinite embrace
I assure you
its loveneverending and comfortdivine
will melt you
SUBCONSCIOUS SNOWMAN
and
all your unapparent reasons
for despair