Patricia Cresswell Poet Free verse

Warm Me

Warm Me

turn your face
my sun 
warm me 

your name is my breath
intake, life sharp 
and clear as glaciers
just fallen snow 
one thousand years ago
forever deep as infinity.

your body true north
toward which I shall always turn
though we may be leagues apart
as Orpheus, I will find you
even in the farthest 
corner of death
for our music 
is speech and saviour.

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Jannie Breedt September 20, 2017 at 1:52 PM Oh man what a grievance what a loss. I feel it too Hugs Huggzzzz Patricia Cresswell September 20, 2017 at 6:10 PM Love is never lost just out of sight for a time. Jannie if you can feel you can acquire such a love.

Patricia Cresswell September 19, 2017 at 6:34 PM It was a poem to my beloved expressing his place in my life and how I value our relationship. He was my true north. Not even death will separate us. He was my sun. Hope that is helpful I will find him again. White Wolf September 20, 2017 at 1:13 AM Meegwetch /|\

White Wolf September 19, 2017 at 5:31 PM I read this one Yesterday, but could not find the words to comment, and thought perhaps with a clear head in the morning I would understand it better, but no. I do however enjoy poetry that has a mystique quality, which this does. Your body true north? Patricia Cresswell September 19, 2017 at 11:03 PM See above.

Old Man Emu September 19, 2017 at 3:26 PM Ahh to be warm, I yearn for it. Nicely written Patricia, a finely tuned piece you have created. Regards, Craig