The Winter Chill

How merry life can be
when cuddled in your embrace,
gazing into your eyes of ocean.

I look back at the days
of doubt and heartache
and laugh at how silly I could be.

This truth still brings light
in a quiet breed of darkness:
that your strength can be felt in me
even now through the many miles.

It’s turned cold out,
but I don’t feel the icy sting
that winter once had.

The chill reminds me I’m still
so alive; so able to feel
the happiness each and every day that
I hear your voice through the distance.

In these pages, each ink blot
carries so much love and emotion.
More than any pen could ever write.
More than my childish heart ever knew.

How I long for the days
when our lips will sing soft music
when connected once more.

And so I wait
for the leaves to turn to fire
and our hearts to be full
together once more.