Knowing Winter.........................16

Warmed by your thoughts
mine went to you,
nestled on your shoulders
where I kissed
like butterflies.

Now, it's cold:
you've not told me why.

I've crept behind the defence
of your heart frost numb as glass
to find you've trapped me
in your pain:

wrapped in the silence of cobwebs
you weave
about my dreaming wings
I'll never fly again