Memories Before the Frost

Before the Frost,
the world was mine for the taking
Love embraced me,
carried me;
enhanced me;
and I dared dreaming Greater
than any form could hold.

Foolishly it may seem,
for the ice tide had yet to overflow life
with mystery and sorrow;
with magic too great to fathom,
even for an open mind.

And it was over,
in few moments of breaths and astounding gasps,
of the ripping sensation
that my world had lost a loved one
to the merciless Time.

Time,
as it’s own Thinking deity and goddess;
ringing its hour in my ear,
ripping into my heart
wounding knowingly
while stealing the Angel from my side.

What memory of Love lost
doesn’t weaken the heart and its belongings;
tear it to shattered shards of crystallized sand corns
on a lonesome road.

I have walked miles upon miles to burn memories off of my feet
and cursed the dreams for their lingering seduction,
as if I could wish back wings and feathers
and create an Angel out of dust;

For,
I wish you back in each letter leaving my lips
I wish you back in each heartbeat;
in each breath
In each flood of tears

Everything’s broken