Winter Sky
Winter, who is always young
And always old
Cried to the sad, starry sky;
You must never die, my beauty
Together we will dazzle the silent clouds
of night.
Secret ghosts from a warm, rosy spring
Will watch our moon rhythm.
Snow music
Pounding storm beat.
Dark dance of slow black stars
That know the heartache of
the Universe.
Think of friends that free your love.
And see joy in sweet life.
Play above the weeping clouds.
Fly upon a singing little breeze.
Did they tell you that you could start again?
You can feel how hard it is to dream.
Time for putting away grief.
Believe.
Through a thousand long winter shadows.
Trust.
Though broken darkness surrounds you.
Laugh.
For above the haunted music born of human grief
Brilliant colored poetry sweeps off angels' wings
And sails unseen above our upturned, feeble, eyes.
*****End*****
©Copyright Marybeth Lambe, 1999
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