The temperature drops as night descends
cold’s breath bringing clouds of white
as Winter’s icy touch slowly extends
the land’s transformed to a ghostly sight
No sound dare breaks the stony silence
as if the world lies deep in sleep
nothing moves in Winter’s presence
as she walks around her keep
Her ephemeral grace glows like starlight
captured upon icicles’ crystal sheen
they glisten like diamonds in twilight
showing paths where Winter has been
And on her hair snowflakes alight
a translucent veil clouds her smile
shimmering beauty clothed in white
Winter is here to stay awhile
-©The Elusive Scribe 080614-
A sliver of light appears as clouds do part
trailing its finger upon an exposed heart
beating secret words into works of art
once clutched to chest now bursting apart.
And so the words do form under the moon’s gaze,
like winds that swirl and billow in the haze.
This tender heart chases after its muse in a maze
seeking clarity even though it’s in a daze.
What madness lies then in the deepening night?
Shifted by the moon these thoughts do ignite.
cold at first but then they burn so bright
spreading like wildfire that has taken flight.
-©The Elusive Scribe 012914-
slowly your cold fingers touch mine
numbing their senses as i flex them in time
sitting here waiting for the sun to rise
to thaw the ice that you bring with your smile.
wrapped in red wool with a cup of coffee in hand
tendrils of warmth float to reddened cheeks
at last i can feel the sun’s solemn caress
as its rays dance upon my window sill.
-©The Elusive Scribe 012614-
Your love is like a mystery,
a puzzle I want to complete.
With pieces of myself to fill
the spaces where once love reigned.
You thought it would be better
to hide yourself in the shadows,
afraid to feel the pain that comes with
loving someone new.
And so you retreat into your shell
building walls to protect your heart,
no longer looking for love to alight
on your cold, hardened soul.
Yet you shouldn’t run or hide away
because I come bearing gifts for you.
These hands that will lend you strength
when you need to face stormy days ahead,
a smile to brighten the darkest nights,
and my love to warm you when you’re cold.
All that I ask is for you to give a chance,
accept what I have to offer, so step away
from the darkness you enveloped yourself in
and come and rest your burdened heart
within the circle of my arms.
the waves are softly dancing,
reaching out their hands towards the shore,
beckoning souls to wander into their midst,
to bring back to their watery home.
the waves keep on coming,
calling out to tortured souls that wait
standing by the shore seeking solace
to the hurts their minds do bear.
the waves are already rolling,
tugging softly at flesh cold to the touch,
egging them towards their silent home below,
where peace they may find upon their escape.
-The Elusive Scribe 091013-