Many dreams ago, love was manifest, but now
there’s nothing more of which we
The birds have long since left, and in their
place has come the winter, and though I have
endured past seasons, this year something has
died in me too.
I also yearned for the miracle, when hair like
horses manes would defy the breeze of summer.
When eyes like burning suns would see my soul,
see: and know I was desperate too.
Love me for the reasons that I once found
within myself, and now no longer feel.
Give me my life that once again I may wake
to hear birds sing, and in the coming spring,
watch them build their nests from this year's deaths.
© James Rainsford 2012
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