Upon this winter’s bloom

I see you in its womb

There was naught but sunshine

And all creation is thine.

You hold it in your hands

A new beginning with you I stand

I shall never run from you

Only encourage for thee to walk on through

To see the wonders that await

From the tumultuous starting gate

No more shall another hold you back

(Or make you quiet) let your voice a thunder crack

During the day you may walk alone

I’ll urge and bar loneliness to be gone

And if tears and distress harass

I shall dry your eyes and defend you to the last

Upon this winter’s bloom

Somewhere in a quiet little room

I shall kiss thee softly

Hold you warm eternally

Look deeply into the forge

That fire in your blue/grey orbs

That heats the steal of ages

And breaks men from their cages

I hold you true of spirit and soul

Upon this winter’s bloom in the cold

I am but a moment whispered

And like dust, gone, brushed, and feathered

Upon this winter’s bloom

I am left alone in this room

And strike-fisted thunder at the walls

Whilst your name repeatedly I call

On my knees the distress kept from thee

Has wrapped its talons ripped to the bone in me

I have no escape just torn wings

As in this state, I am hung by a string

Upon this winter’s bloom

Piercing petals through the dark and bloom

This is the smile that remains

When I love across your eternal terrain.

Upon this winter’s bloom

Piercing petals through dark and cold

The last warmth from my lips cocoon I want no other to caress and hold.