If winter colds ever knew
The fire the strength you showed
that much in me as in you,
Every cry would bell,
take us to the side, to
the moon we don't know.
I could tell stories,
you would answer them,
that easy and just as smitten,
Next to a nothing you would never think
neither resemble in your best dreams
turning into ours; and theirs all the glow,
but the night without, if I could only fill
like the next day and you resting at the sill,
window over the promenade, a saint day silence,
a hair lock? As the only one, will be taken into grave.
From there you would have risen to say no, to all this,
it took a while and moments after all unlived,
we observe each other now, both well relived and found.
And we could say, we never made - real love.
Thourn Whaul
05/08/06