Love
By jvriesema
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Love smiles in the depths of winter
when snow chases the wind,
and the dreams of summer moths dance under golden streetlamps.
Love walks upon slippery sidewalks and waits for the moon to sing with
the fall of footsteps upon stairs that lead to the heart.
Ghosts walk the sky across the silent bay to reykjavik to rooms lit by
the flame of music.
Close your eyes when you walk through the door and breathe in the the
scent of a whisper
for these are places where memory plays with my senses.
Your dreams smile within your eyes
while I paint upon my canvas abstracts of your soul in the soft colours
of an icelandic winter.
At midnight,
when elves begin to sing through the winding streets of
reykjavik,
I see you in the shadows of my heart
brushing the snow from your black coat
and smiling as you cross the barrier of time.
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