Our Park

Sublime winter wind dripping icicles on the bench- where we first met- our first treasured kiss, subtle and sweet- just like the lake's frozen serenity and the blue jay's soft hum reminding us of our youth- pure, adventurous, no worry. But even the bark now has faded and our smiles eventually frown, the haunted branches remind us only of what happened. Even the blue jay now remains perked upon the crooked branch, clinging for his life while the others flew south a long time ago. Winter's kiss was now a curse- never changing- fixed time. And this curse is my every day, you're presence vanished, leaving me in the cold, on this half-frozen bench, where the tree's roots reach and the swans once danced- heaven's clouds burden my torn soul yet through all the misery, all the memories we created, I come here now to visit I come here to feel you're comfort they say your duties remain where you felt most at home and with you it's haunting our park. http://www.anewmorning.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/02/winter_photo_landscape.jpg