.

.

will you still sway with my shifting moods

a breeze of comfort upon my waning leaves

the shade of me

will you change with the seasons, the darkness of night’s winter

when barrenness is abundant

as young lovers warm themselves upon each other’s dreams

should I burn the naked wood of our love

to crisp black charcoal, white to grey

then gaze upon the hypnotic embers as they rise in glowing rings

upon the vast eternity of the night sky

the core of our love a light dust upon the heavens

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© Paul Nichol 2013

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