Love
By jvriesema
Mon, 13 Sep 2004
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Love smiles in the depths of winter
when snow chases the wind,
and ghosts of summer moths dance under golden streetlamps.
Love walks upon slippery sidewalks and waits for the moon to sing with
the northern lights.
Ghosts walk the sky across the silent bay to reykjavik to rooms lit by
candles and windows covered in patterns of lace-
-places where you always are.
Your dreams smile within your eyes
And I paint upon my canvas abstracts of your soul in the soft colours
of a sunset.
At midnight,
when elves begin to sing through the 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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