My Winter

winter wakes from a dream cast in opaline

where summer lies like a ghost in our memories

and our world, darker now, wears a humble grace

my winter, so quietly alive

silhouettes of the trees dress the sky in lace

across a watery sun melting through the haze

and as I walk I feel the buzz of electric cold

on my skin, I drink it in, I drink it in

and now I am walking alone, down the same worn street

that strangers walk down, alone, without a word to me

the brief exchange of a smile as we pass each other by

a sweet exchange of sweet belonging

and in the faces of those who we know so well

gentle warmth brought to life in the numb pearl-grey

and we don't need to speak, only listen to the world

poetic world - there is nothing more than this

and in these moments we breathe this simplicity

discover fragments of love half-remembered, when

all we knew was the sound of her heart beating

and it said, "you are loved, you are safe, you are safe."

so here I am, and here we are, here to do our part

to figure out who we are, what we have to give

and with our words sew the sound of her heart beating

and let it sing, "you are loved, you are safe, you are loved."