Winters End
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Decade
solid
solitary
years
Finally,
the
season
winter
ends . . .
With only sunsets beside my bed,
I sleep and wake up alone.
More than dozens,
I cried a river to scream my fret
for long long years,
I am committed, yet I walked alone.
Ice drizzled during the days
then it turned to hails
to cubes
and to iceberg..
U.N.B.R.E.A.K.A.B.L.E.
Days are boiling--
It welcomes summer for partnered swims.
I invited you but so sad you said a straight: "NO."
Hence by myself, I went to dive on ocean blue.
Years later, we both smell a baby's breath, one then two.
but still, it did nothing to resuscitate a love to bloom, true...
I shiver with the coldness mirrored on your stares,
my joints and muscles quiver
as I reach a state of hypothermia.
Yearning and wanting...
I
dare
to embrace
you a little while
like the snow melting under sun's glare,
oh! so slowly, you thaw my longing.
We are just a room apart
yet our feet seems frozen to start...
Not even once, we came to meet.
No talks. No grins. No hugs. No kiss.
Have our marriage years gone tarry
for just long ago, I agree to tie an endless love with you...?
What had happened,
Tearless now, but let me know!!!
Did Frosty the Snowman steal you from me?!
I followed Santa Claus advice
to be nice and never naughty.
I tried to be an angel--
with a halo never with a horn or tail.
Yet, I view the rolling years of us being together
all I can see is a steadfast rainfall of snowflakes...
Penetrating in between skinfolds
Containing me in a cold volcanic tremors.
Until one day, God must have heard me:
He answered my prayer allowing me to see
a lady candle's light: a window of hope.
Then lately, my frost clad self defrosts as she touched me.
She, surging strips of shine, her aura a blanket of warmth.
Pliant, she painted a portrait of sunshine into my daily life.
When I lay my head on bed sharp ten o'clock at night,
I see outside the blinking stars and the crescent moon.
Has blossoms of spring started to sprout within my days?
For no longer I shiver with absolute zero coldness rather
I triple tremble in tempo to meet my hearts hot demand
a final adieu to winters icy loveless land.
as lately somebody has taken hold of my hand..
I bask with the squeeze I received
for I found out, our hands, fit in one weave...
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10:31 pm, January 14, 2015
Copyright © Olive Eloisa Guillermo - Fraser | Year Posted 2015
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