A Winter Evening Reverie

A Crunch of leaves in the snowy path underfoot

goes step to step to step

in a fierce winter licked evening,

with the wind blowing cold and wet.

I see the water ripples stilled,

by the frozen waters ledge.

I see the silhouetted trees,

as they caress the rivers edge.

In a slippery form and true to grace

I round the rivers bend.

And there her strong stone castle lay,

and there lay my juliet.

In a song of passion I call to my love

"Arise and let me in.

I have journeyed long for thee,

and for the warmth within your bed"

And as the moon passes behind the clouds

through darkness I enter in.

To spark a fire no hearth could hold,

burning flesh and hearts within.

Arms and legs and hands together

the passion of lovers embrace.

The tender touch of fingertips,

and the curves they smooth and trace.

Much like was seen in natures crest

as the silhouetted trees caressed

the frozen rivers icy edge

in a winter evening reverie.