Sleepless Winter*

Winter nights bring quiet chaos -
Snowfall on a frozen lake,
Leafless trees shivering in the cold.

I reach to the left and find
An empty bedside,
dead skin cells and a cold lonely imprint of where

your frame

once

fit.

Time passes in Tokyo,
Milan,
Barcelona,
Beirut,
Tel Aviv.
The world ages and greys but you,
My love,
are ageless,
swallowed in youth -

Your curls are cherry blossoms,
Your eyes sprinkled with pollen.

My skin is snow white and yours
is kissed with rays of gold -
You are my exit,
My refuge from this
sleepless winter.

--

*Tentative title

For some reason this thing isn't letting me visually structure the poem the way I want. I don't know why. Hmm.

(3/3/2010) I decided to change the line "stuck in my mind's perpetual spring -" to "swallowed in youth -" thanks to the constructive criticism I received. Plus, I like sexual imagery!

What did Man say to the Hummingbird?

"Slow down, my child, your heart moves too quick for your mind.

Don't you know that your heart

can only take you

so far?"