Though I’ve felt the cream of winter dreams
When the sun-scorched day is through
My fingers wet is all I get
And a glimpse of de ja’ vu
What a tragic waste, this aftertaste
Gone away like morning dew
But the pieces fit when the moon is lit
And the stars are more than few
A sly Earth sighs under twilight eyes
Yielding wonders false and true
Secrets took with the passing brook
In a chilled ambrosial stew
The spring is long and it’d seem quite wrong
If the skies were forever blue
Let the moonlight flow through the midnight snow
And the flora dim its hue
Let the cold air sting as a church bell rings
And a sleeping world comes to
While a brand new sway to the roles we play
Makes inspiring tales ensue
My cluttered head hasn’t been misread
And my heart knows what to do
I explore my range for a graceful change
As I wander roads anew
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Love your imagery and metaphors.