Winter Bear

The beauty you see in me is a reflection of you ~ Rumi To me, you were my youth. The remainder of my childhood dreams, the obscure smiles of benign warmth the gentle whispers to a tear so meek the flower bed veiling a breathing corpse. And I had seen cruel strife Trees of shade being cut off Sipping the blues drained of life, I bore the scars of alabaster loss. And I was told miracles exist but people who get them don’t prevail you lifted me so, I insist painted my days, thawed my scalding maze Stringent change left my cries muffled I was just running, regretting the passing days But you changed how I saw the world let me pause, if not stop my ways You made the skies live you gave rain meaning. You made winds breathe you gave me meaning. And I- Loved.