To the First, (At Last)

You don’t remember me,
but I remember you
In some strange way,
and call on you again
from the winter woven days
Of long ago;
a place so far away,
it’s closer
to my heart.

Where snow heavied the trees
and in a willowy way,
the ice shined like silver
under overcast gray skies

When I wasn’t sure that the
world was for real
And love was a story that
usually ended in sweet pain
You, with eyes of shining blue
cast a spell on mine
And saw the woman
this child was to be.
~~~ ~~~ *
The fire burned every
paper doll that night
As you read my mind
and knew what to do

If watching me was
not enough to believe
You asked to hold my
ungloved hand, my cool fingers-
Our skin touching, I was
more frightened than before;
I knew my heart was given,
for my breath nearly left me

Trailing a pathway to the stars
of this night’s fantasy,
We forgot the crowd and
slowly skated away.
~~~ ~~~
Lost forever , but found at last-
in a finely starched moment
that hung a symphony under
the northern star,
An ice castle blitz of fireflies
with so much wonder.

And when you gave your name I knew
that I could never be the same-
This memory freshly drawn
cuddled close and warm

Now,  if I never meant anything
or as much to you,
I would pretend I did ,
glady surrendering pride

Holding hands and touching
thickly woolened sweaters
but all the while
leading me to a gruesome knowing
that farewells were what
We were dealing with
.
those mock signs of love
for always, never intended.
Crisp and clear that cold
winter’s eve.
~~~ ~~~ *
It ended like it began-
short and sweet, with all its charm.
But paining as it was, I
knew the taste of first love-
It’s great but waning  purity-

And as I look into my mirror,
I very clearly now see
that winter, that snow,
Love's dawning
and know that in its reflection-

like the ice, I see a part
of you in me!















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