Outside my window the world lies frozen,
like a dream that travels through canyons
of unspoken thoughts and memories;
and of valleys of darken regrets.
It longs for springs that were once alive
with fragrant lilacs and stolen kisses;
of summers when watermelon seeds
shot from your mouth like a million
rockets hurling through space.
It hungers for an autumn that was golden,
warm, soft and sweet like a baby's tears
on a young mother's tender shoulder.
Don't fear the cold sleep of winter because
when the earth awakens all that it dreamt
becomes possible and the things that we
longed for are ours to taste and enjoy until
we no loner remember the icicles that dangled
from the eaves of our frozen existence.