The cold air hits my skin
I sit there
Frozen
Cold
And alone
In the willow tree
I lay down within the branches
And shiver
Unable to find any warmth
Just then,
A voice is heard
But not just any voice
The beautiful whisper
Of the one I promise to wait for
The beautiful whisper
Of the one my dreams flown with
I sit up quickly
Only to find nothing there
My heart grows heavy
And I curl up and lay back down again
Closing my eyes
I feel a warm sensation
Crawl across my side
It engulfs my being fully
And paints a thin
Slim smile across my lips
As this feeling grow
With tremendous heat
I hear little words
Dance through my ears
And into the darkness of my vision
" I am back,
My love,
I am yours to hold
Yours to cherish,
And only yours to love.."
I then feel
Cool,
Yet such pure blissful lips
Upon my cheek
I open my eyes
Hoping to finally see his face
But alas,
As soon as saw the sky and stars above
He was not there
The only thing that was there
Was a black, ebony, feather
That lay upon the surface
Right beside me
Only then did I realize,
That my true love
Had returned home
~ J
