You snuck up on me,
With a gradual suddenness -
Like summer does upon
A serene, bleak winter.
You melted my pretty snowmen
To whose make-believe company
I'd grown so accustomed.
Your mischievous little puddles,
Invited my dry and worn boots-
I held on to my winter hat,
But your playful breeze blew it away-
And the lemonade stalls enticed me
As I started to put the teapot aside for the day.
The mess of the paints, on the white of snow
I'd attempted to convert into a pattern,
Have become a river
Of the brightest colors.
And the absent minded sad faces
Which my fingers cried on the frosted glass windows,
Have been washed away by the rain.
It is hard to let go of these winter boots-
My skin:
It aches for the warm sunshine,
While my heart fights to hold on to the dying fires-
Of the many nights in the lonely fireplace.
But I will tread out
As the deep blue of the ocean
Reflecting that of the skies
Beckons me -
I will run to you.
As my heart points out to
A thousand ugly omens
A million ravens overhead
A billion black butterflies
I will still choose
To let go of it all
And jump in without thinking -
Without - for once- hoping for wings.
-
Moonism
