Sunday, November 30, 2014

When Winter Wanes

What will be,
When the winter wanes,
what shall remain?

In winter's night,
The sea brings lost letters,
from an barren island.
Lashing against the salty sand,
corpses of secrets rot,
tattered fabric of love,
silky satin of lust,
battered souls of time float.

In winter's light,
the icy Himalayan winds wrap the sea in snow,
Hiding the deserts under the white dust,
As Amaryllis and Frost flowers grow, 
In abundance, on this cryonically frozen land.
As the day awaits its end.

And so, I wonder, 
What will be,
When the winter wanes,
what shall remain?

1 comment:

Philippa Drake said...

Beautiful, haunting imagery.