The Long Winter Storm

I waited through the long and cold winter night.
Longing for your words and your song.
I added a few logs to the fires light.
And alone I waited for you to come along.

I found so many lines to inscribe,
On how I thought our meeting would take form.
Yet my words seemed inadequate to describe.
The residual traces of a long winter storm.

It is difficult to see the shining sun,
When the clouds so overcast thee to thy peril.
Yet soothe thee from that which is undone.
Tame the beast who innately roams feral.

I am lost and stricken by the candles flare.
I sat alone with a photograph in hand.
My heart yet pummeled by the lights dim glare.
To thine presence amiss I cannot withstand.

I saw you carry the winds upon your breast.
An angel walking amongst falling snow.
The savor of a divided line opened and manifest.
Harken to me thine own scepter and crow.

There amongst shadows, you walked this way.
My heart leaped with a sun lit glee.
But sadness roamed its powerful display.
From beneath the waves of anonymity.

Was it a shade? Was it a creature lurking?
For in the shadows did something appear.
The uncertainty left my writing shirking.
For I knew the hour was drawing near.

When you would arrive to meet in splendor,
And take my heart to soar to thine height.
Open before thee does thou seemingly render.
My soul in bloom, sincere, and forthright.

Then out from the dense falling snow,
With steps so gracious to hover the earth.
Came forth an angel with a radiant glow,
And a joy of hope released with all its worth.

Emotion washed over with delight,
To feel the cool of your touch.
Wading through the snow to travers my sight.
Of whom I’ve longed to embrace so much.

Come to this place of rest and cheer.
Hold my hand by the fire and heart.
A full love well enough to strengthen and adhere.
A time together that will not soon depart.