winter is a mink-warm distance
between decades...
quantum snowflakes
of space and time zones...
...flutter on a breeze... of random thoughts...
there is your candle-lit laughter
stitching the gashes in my heart...
and your brandy-colored eyes
balancing the axis
of planets whirling through my soul...
as ice storms scream death
at the rest of the world,
to me they whisper lovingly…
seasons of songs of you and I
burning our way toward spring...
by Aberjhani
The River of Winged Dreams
"...your candle-lit laughter stitching the gashes in my heart..."
Turning a new phrase with profound insight!
Great job!
Richard
Love tinka
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
Take care,
Sherry
Love,
Sage
to me they whisper lovingly
seasons of songs of you and I
burning our way toward spring...
To me, this is thoroughly lovely; truly fine poetry, Aberjhani. Thank you for sharing your gift. Love and peace to you,
Regis