Pale white frost,
Freezing morning dew.
Haze forming fog,
Glistens in the morning star.
Cloud lifts to the pale blue.
I awake with curses,
Indeed, a day anew.
A usual routine 'round and around...
I walk along these streets of gold.
In your absence,
A spring afternoon runs cold.
As my shadow begins to fade away,
I long for your doting gaze.
Whilst the day turns jaunty and blithe...
Oh! How melancholy be the night!
The desire makes my soul affright!
In the darkest eve,
I lie alone.
Carnal thoughts await my throne.
One last thought before I rest:
My cyclical paradise,
Life at its best.
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Picture Source: Sigurdas
I originally wrote this poem in 2006, although I have revised it several times. It describes the ups and downs of a winter's love gone cold - and how wonderful life can be, even in the midst of trouble. Thanks for reading!