You were the golden moon in amber sky
bright and shadow low in the quivered trees
as clouds made painted haze then floated by
to leave frames of bare limbs and wintry breeze
quiet warmth soothed as the cold quaked my knees
and I was made captive by sight and glow
as light lifted flight, above silver snow.
Bold and bare, dark limbs shaped into a vase
and you became the sweet flower of night
ascended, thin limbs etched a vivid maze
to caress soft bronze face, then gleamed so bright
pushed back darkness, pressed distant stars from sight
elegant arcs, deep hues made silent flows
streamed skies above, my wintry place below.
Passage upon a firm but gentle sweep
I reached like the branches to risen gleams
for a treasure I would hold close and keep
while ceaseless time betrayed my hopeful dreams
upon stair steps of bright and graceful beams
to lose you now, stumbled grasp tested fates
you to heights, love a snowy step too late.
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~Pamela *wilted _rose*
