Magic clouds wisp slowly by
As icy power flows and flies
Along dark lashes, focused high
To gaze at wond’rous skies of Thine
So slow life goes when hope is torn
Between the love of crown and thorn
I thought that winter would resolve
All my questioning involved
Beginning from the last, sad year
Of other silent, drying tears
Now when sugar warms the air
Frozen arms avoid my glares
And frozen hearts are scared to dare
I promised once the snow did fall
My longing stand from weakened crawls
The magic clouds I see above
Used to wake in me, the love
And wonder
Awe
Belief.
Now gentle snow’s become a thief
Stealing two-year fantasies
Like it stole earth’s Autumn leaves
Wet cold ice touches fingertips
Freezing hands, and dried blue lips
That used to sing a warming song
About my future, affirmed and strong
Now this years’ snow does really show
My ignorance of how I’ll grow
I am unaware today
What the forecast holds at bay
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