Lament

Lament Brooding days, Vanquished in the unconnected gloom, Shower frost, Standing watch at dawn to pierce the morning With an artic tempest, Swirling ‘cross a land lost in forgetfulness: Sighing Beneath borderless views of snow unbroken, Where nothing dare disturbs The unchanging vision But a single line of footprints When skies of grey and bleaker daylight Lean so close to earth They lay their heaviness upon a homeless wood sprite Wandering in the raw breath of twilight dawning, Caught by phantom gusts Spiraling down, Shivering as the brumaled wind Runs its fingers Through the marrow of the soul Where slumber languishes, Icebound As plodding steps Frantically searching groves of tangled silver linden, Pursued And haunted By the relentless midnight sun; Errant fugitive, Followed by the wispy remnants of a golden morning, Trembling As barren aspen branches Beneath bright errant bursts of fiery lights - Racing Across The northern sky - Taunting Tortured Eyes Seeing only to remember; Grasping For a single crocus Plunged into yearning Until the boreal shadows Touch The depth of darkness Bidding nordic sprite to sit, To rest, Curled up against a frozen birch of black and white, Taking final flight on tattered winds Heralding the touch of sunlight. Godspeed my friend