Snow Storm

Seeing changes in all that is living,
that our earthly midst ever evolves,
Shifts or disappears; why would you alone
Remain unaltered in an evolving earth?
How could you remain the same a midst change?
Why this wistful longing for a figment
A mere dream of eternal happiness
Echos of another world, non existent?
Today, I see spirits of people passed
Forlorn Thought! not one of all the shining ghosts
Will reveal your other worldly orders,
until your own bones begin to rattle,
Longing and yearning pound on death’s door,
My memory of you will not be you
You alone are You and only You are.
Cool, calm and collected I await your
Glowing skin shining radiance on me
Gazing back with attentive ear to hear
my cries of loneliness ‘My lovely friend!
What have I worked and stayed alive for,
For this home, and for you in my arms.
Hardly seems a Home without your presence.
The South Carolina bed I rest upon,
Hard found peace since you have gone, I toss and turn
Without you here, missing comforting arms,
I flounder like a ship on a raging sea.
How will I steer this wayward vessel?
And so now you are nothing. So much like the
Lost traveler on the mountainside
On an early February morn when
Blinding snows make winding roadways hard
To perceive right in front of the weary
Traveler, there is a haloed angel
Song sung blue from ancient chapel pews
chasing a shadow of self into the now.


About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
This entry was posted in poem. Bookmark the permalink.

2 Responses to Snow Storm

  1. amabear says:

    “you alone are you and only you are” good line

    Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s