when winter comes to the heart

It is winter. A Cold, sand papery wind blows against one's face, the sun is a brilliant coin stuck on the bright blue clear sky.

The place is stripped off all colour,burdened by gray leafless skeletons and a dusty unbeckoning road.

As one walks through these roads of a memory far too old.
The heart craves for the footfall of the One. A nook here, a corner there, where we stole a few moments from the din those days were. A tear bleaches hot on a withered skin.

Wait!!!!!!!!!!!!

What was that? A footfall? wishful thinking maybe.

Again?! its too real to be a hallucination. running helter-skelter in the ruins, seeing glimpses of a dark garment flitting around the edge of one's eye. One is hauntingly drawn, seduced maybe for that one last glimpse of HER.

Coming in to a blind alley to find a dusty old rag and nothing else, a despair creeps into one's mind to encompass it like the shadow of fangorn.

Slowly, in despair as one turns back to return, the sight so unbearably true.

Its her.

After the initial surprise clears, one notices her flowing clean robe of black, it used to be blue.
Those eyes look clear. Too clear in fact: calm and restless,
not at all like her: fiesty fiery and with abundant commotion.

As she spreads her arm beckoning one, a sense of darkness envelopes the mind. A silent scream of something forbidding. As we draw closer and finally into each others arms the darkness grows,Like unwilling eyes closing. Everything grows silent. But im alive, the only thing i hear is my heartbeat, throbbing evidence of a clinging life inside me.

In a sense of completeness, I smile.
Lucky, I think, to be dying in her arms.
and let go.....


A point of light appears from a distance, growing closer, Its is a raging tornado engulfing me in its inferno, it hardly singes me, it makes me alive. I feel the flames leaping off me like solar flares.

As i open my eyes, they meet hers. brown and wet. Real.

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I had gone out to see the northern lights when I was caught in a blizzard. I almost died of hypothermia while I was brought to the hospital. But something brought me back. yes .

why did she look like death? she completes me in every way.
The way death completes life.

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Still looking for her

MY SPRING...
MY FLAME...