As a coursing stream ‘neath frozen surface,
your mem’ry is resurrected within –
an ever-awakening song of spring
from inside icy silence that binds me,
trapping you and all things beautiful in
an interior design that outshines
the brittle, broken branches that comprise
my decaying, exterior façade.

Thirsty, in search of life and nourishment,
I collapse into green arms of fair youth
and wander in the cool shade of lost love.
I run fingers over smooth stones, skipping
through those yesterdays we walked together.
Inside me, I find such blossoms – bouquet
of joy and long table of forgiveness
where we feed each other morsels of hope.