Blue Stories

Pearls of a winter’s day plash gently on open hands, Each snowflake a gem of melting opulence, Garnishing season’s moods with opalescent sheets. Purity celebrated in perpetual variety, With polished faces of ivory radiance; Their tender and alluring eyes abounding everywhere.   Shades of winter relax not in the hue of hope; Where love is blue sadness seeks sympathy, But blue is livid in my fleeting fantasies Where no warm...

You muddle through thoughts Like waist high floodwatersPulling me further And farther to sea That glow in her eyes says"I'm full of surprises""Why don't you try this?"I still don't believe I wait and I wonderWhat weather you're underTaking me higherAnd further from me Lie still and I'll whisperI pray and I wish forYou to return andCome back here to see The flowers are bloomingThe trees have all grownThe winter is loomingA...