Upon this Chill of Winters Nigh
Cold icicles run my thighs
Reaching up from Earth
And way up into the nigh
And I am in love with you
Deeper I go where a ceiling
Painted black stirs a cloak in silk rain
To follow me back
O so far back where I came
And there he was a deep sunset
Purple and Gold dusted skies
My eyes O my eyes shall return
A memory
Of a shallow brook of dreams
And you there stirring my mind
With fantasies of lace waterfalls
And mermaids call
And I became the stone
For you to lie on
I became the snake
For you to weave a basket
And I became the flower
Reaching upwards from a cold
White blanket to cover you
A warming breath of air
Oh and I shall let down my hair
To flow into your veins
As spiralling vines entwine this tree
With you, I shall never be the same
O Love, what Love is meant for me
For myself, the Sun, The Stars and Sea
Ah dearest man
bare me and peel me your fruit
So that we may hold the grapes
And drink in Love and Truth
For this change shall take us far
Oh beyond the universe
and Planets afar
Yes we shall meet at the tree
And lay me down a winters thrill
Where at once I shall become
A maiden, your virgin to conceal
And this aging Yew Tree
Is much older then I can be
For it was the number of years
For our eyes to see
If we shall catch the many breaths
In the mist upon the mountain
I shall sing for you a clear fountain
And you may chase me down
And play your instrument renown
Oh I shall be light on my feet
And you one day I shall meet
Yeah though I now shall stumble
A fool blindly walking to fate
When I fall
may you catch me
on rays of the sun
And lead we shall
We shall become the seed
And the stem
And the flower as one
Cold icicles run my thighs
Upon this Chill of Winters Nigh
Copyright © 2007 Lori A Foster
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