By terry
Date: 22 August 2000
Snow in the Desert
Softly blowing, when I awoke at dawn, I caught it snowing.
Wondrous purity gently covering the ground,
And the quiet majesty of nature's glory
Can never be captured by any poet, quill in hand,
For words have limits of expressive qualities at times like this.
Tongue-tied, heart bound, soul at peaceful rest.
Like the blanket of beauty I see outside.
Nature dressed to the nines, in her very best.
But look, a late season bird's nest has been caught in the deadly beauty of it all.
Much as my heart has succumbed to dangerous words of love,
Like the poor frozen dove destined to fall
I know I am fated to give you my heart, my all.
Willing to risk heartbreak of the most miserable kind,
For but a single caress of your slow loving hand,
And a single embrace of your soft tender arms reaching in the night,
Waiting for but a single kiss, to be my heart's delight.
Snowflakes falling gently by twos and by threes,
Resting gently at my door, blanketing the still, barren trees
Wiping out the dark nature beneath
Quietly stealing my troubles away as a thief.
For snow is like love that way you see
Taking from my heart the secret sins held dear,
And removing the pain that created them there.
Blanketing my soul in purity with tender care.
White flakes gently blowing
To the surface outside
But they really blanket my spirit
That your love has opened wide.
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