Winter Rose

Winter whims are calling
But I am dreaming of his face
Will he smile
Will he embrace?
Winter whims are calling
I will not give into the ebony cold night
For even winter roses must find the fight.

Though silence keeps me so bound
Like a tendril drowned in misery
I know I am loved
Yet tonight, I feel the world closing in on me
Like the last rays of sunshine being snuffed out
By the old hand of cracking life

So where do I start
Except a place I can be understood,
In word,
In deed,
In thought,
Within me.

So is home, home, or someone else’s tome,
Share a thistle thorny word
I’m off to catch that morning warm bird
He seems to tell me everything
I think his name is sing,

Sing me a lullaby
Blooming days
I want to walk in winter lands
Where bears lurk behind bushes
Where children used to play,
I want to see the robin red breasted
And the geese flying over head.

I want to see your face tonight
Lying with me
In bed,
But I know this is a foolish thought
For that would be a sin
I don’t even know your name yet,
Such frivolous ideas
Such false ideals of sin,
So now I back away from lies
For I am only lying to myself
If I took a lover up
He would be miserable for sure
So until the night when I can sleep
In peace with him by my side
I’ll let the winter snow fall
Until the chill can slide
Down the walls I put up.

By Veronica Garcia 12-15-08

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