Also another note. I would like to thank all of those in Bound's Quiet Retreat for their suggestions and critiques of this poem. Without them, this poem would have never been finished. And thank you to the man who inspired me to write this poem, I owe him much more than thanks for this expression of my emotions.
If you wish to see the copyright, please go to www.poetry.com and type in my last name to find it. Thank you, S. Boudreau.
Soft whispers of footsteps echo, breaking deafening silence.
Winters chill feathering across dewy skin, a mournful cry raises.
Misty eyes search for a glimmer, icy loneliness answers
.Silent, shrouded figure turns, leaving hopes behind.
Head bowed in quiet weeping, the knowledge of a yearning heart.
Gentle orbs take in visions, pity stirring strongly.
Silk detaches from velvet, following the painful call.
Hints of warmth radiating, caressing the frozen soul.
Satin soft whispers reaching, distance restrains.
A wall of tears, a heart alone.
Far yet not so far, a glimmering dawn of warmth perhaps nearby.
Love hidden by friendly smiles, glances of caring eyes.
Crystalline drops fall, the heart of despair touched.
Splendid darkness reaches mist cleared eyes, heavenly bodies whisper of hidden emotion.
Night diamonds become fire, soft hues of blushing light.
Icy armor breached, thawing from within.
Tender promise fills desolate chasm, jubilation hastens spirits movement.
Cognition animated to vigor, solitude cast away for eternity.
