December Orchids

the winter sprigs
turn cold and blue
purple with night flowers-
the sunless days when i was close to you
turned into midnight hours

the blue the jade of evergreen
remind me of the yearning-

the wanting
wondering
waiting
longing
hoping for beginning.

Only those with tender cloaks and steel inside their pockets,
can tell You to move forward-
intrepidly against the pain
and cold december orchids

Yes,
time passes, but cannot erase
the broken of the hearted-
i tumble, stumble, abashed, i crash
amongst the dearly parted.

Down the hall and straight ahead

Hear them whisper
in your bed
                  Make impressions, in your Head.

Go on,
forget the spring time
and
Let the Blues wash over you
in silent hues
                    - and moonshine.

Come on,
Receive the dawn, with its burning light: casting a spell on the Night.

Forever parted.
Forever bequeathed-

Enduring with you- They will-
dry your tears,
                       while you fall asleep.

Anew

the love lost wasn't the love for you.
let go, rewind, the story, unwind, the one that you outgrew.

she held you tight, long, through the night
not wanting to let you go.
only, minds wander and years pass, we often let love flow-
through our fingers
streaming out
far from where we started
darling, i did not mean to leave you broken hearted.

amongst the rubble, ash, decay
where we let our love part
there lies in ruins:
the gleaming wishes of my tender heart.