as the ice speaks



as the ice speaks in winter
calling for release
and my arms around questiones

love spoken in a riddle
as you seek a word
the enigmatic truth of spring

but as cliffs are the way down
I hold your hand
waiting for the night to bring stars to our eyes

leading the way out of trenches



Poetry by kath
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Written on 2007-01-11 at 09:18

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lastromantichero The PoetBay support member heart!
the last line awesome in the analogy of love being esconsed in a trench it is not always so but i see what you mean rgds mike
2007-01-11