A Collection of Poems

099: Blankets

Ninth part of the [Gray Goodbye] project

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BLANKETS

Sitting by the window,

I see the darkened skies

The shadowed willow trees

And jasmine flowers blooming

Bathing in the rain

The cold moisture seeping

Into the frosted glass

Of shades of blue and silver

I’ll keep these gray blankets

Of warm, soft memories

Your hand in my hand

Circling through the raindrops

Your touch lingering through

The layers of my skin

Deep within my thoughts,

Your lips remain still

Silent words we speak

To fill the space between us

To fill the winter hues

With subtle, radiant light

Brightening the landscape

With tiny love notes

Sent through the fresh mist

Of diffused fantasies

Paths we shared and travelled

Lines we drew and inked

Stairs we both ascended

To crystal castle dream

To where the sky is endless

The time defines no limit

And sails on to forever

To laws of infinite

Heaven is our birthplace

And true love is our cause

Curtains clothe our bodies

With innocence and joy

Overflowing daydreams

Of absolute perfection

Your presence is my hope

My delicate little world

For all we have is this window

Of cool, windblown kisses

Overlooking tomorrow

The uncertain destiny

So keep your hold on me

And let your tears roll on

Let the soft blankets clothe us

Before they’re gray and gone

And keep your hold on me

While you can still remember

For blankets come and go

January to December

Winter after winter

The piling snow and rain

And every word collected

Shall cease to say its name

Hold on tight to me

Never lose your balance

You are what I have

Beyond the frosted windows,

The jasmines and the willows

The warm, soft memories

Beyond all these things

You are my salvation

So hold on, and just cry

Just cry all the snowflakes

Before we turn numb

And blankets turn to gray

For if we ever go,

We shall never regret

For once, we felt love

Before we face death

And if ever you come back,

I shall look by the window

Of blue and silver rains

And warm, great memories

Beyond the bright landscape,

I’ll see you once again

After that one goodbye,

The end will begin to end

The ninth ended beginning,

The tenth began to end

Soundtrack inspiration: [Your Call] by [Secondhand Serenade]