The Winter Wanderer ll
Underneath the night’s cold shroud,
Beneath the stars, so bright and proud,
He stands before the frozen sea,
A mirror of his misery.
The ocean still, a glassy pane,
Reflecting memories, joy and pain.
Each wave that once had kissed the shore,
Now trapped in time, forevermore.
He sees her face in every star,
Their laughter echoing from afar.
Moments of warmth, of love and light,
Now haunt him in this silent night.
The moon above, a silver tear,
Reminds him of when she was near.
Her voice, a melody so sweet,
Now lost within the ocean’s sheet.
He kneels upon the icy ground,
His breath the only, lonely sound.
Hands trembling as he touches snow,
A symbol of the love they’d known.
The stars, like memories, burn bright,
Each one a fragment of their light.
He longs to reach, to hold them close,
But finds himself in icy throes.
The frozen waves, like barriers strong,
Hold back the tides of what went wrong.
In their stillness, he sees the past,
A time when love was meant to last.
Yet now he stands, a silent cry,
Beneath the vast and empty sky.
The ocean’s frost, his heart’s own chill,
A testament to love’s lost thrill.
He whispers her name to the night,
Hoping the stars will hear his plight.
For in this moment, cold and clear,
He feels her absence, yearns her near.
But as the night grows ever deep,
The memories within him seep.
The frozen sea, the stars above,
A bitter portrait of lost love.
He turns away, the ocean still,
His heart a void, his soul to fill.
The night sky watches as he goes,
A wanderer in winter’s throes.
For in the frozen ocean’s glass,
He sees a future that’s come to pass.
A love once warm, now trapped in ice,
A silent testament to sacrifice.
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365: From Me, To You
Poetry"365: From Me, To You" is a journey through the intertwined sorrows and joys of love. Each poem is a daily testament of devotion, capturing the bittersweet essence of longing, reunion, and the passage of time.
