I sit quietly in my winter garden
Holding your Love in my finger tips
I breathe in the cool, crisp air and I feel content
For I know that you will always adore me despite our differences
The frozen silence swirling around me brings peace to my heart
And lulls me deeper into complacency
I drift into a drowsy half-sleep and
Fragmented images of you begin passing through my mind
A timeless trance
A brush of shadows moving across my face
Patterns of your discontent dance in the wind-teased winter leaves around my feet
And a vague unease begins to scratch at the velvet overlay of delusion I shroud myself in
As I sleep
Your soul became a growing tsunami fighting against my neglect for your needs
Anger so all-encompassing it has no focus
Over endless white snow through endless white fog
Your ghost runs beside me along with memories of the times I came to my garden to forget
The times we spent in endless strife
We stare at each other through our spirit-eyes
The dead silence between us running deep
We move in our own separate solitudes, turning in on ourselves in a grim struggle to maintain our sanity
Becoming so far removed from each other
I cannot understand what you desperately need from me
Disturbed deeply by these visions
I stumble
Lost in this chaotic whirl
My illusion that you could never leave me turns cold
And forever winter nights run across my soul
Grief, rage and accusations flow out of me, until my tears calm into quiet acceptance
At last I awake and chide my empty fingers
For your love is truly gone from my hands
And now love remembrance is all I have left.
--M.D Burke
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