I will pick you roses
in the white of fallen April snow.
Wait tirelessly on corners wrapped in cold
amid the winters shades of blue
To open lips that have no words outside
of 'I love you'.
Keep you safe
free from the dangers of time and space
where man nor beast - shall ever come to find us.
And should you wake, in the sterile
light of lonely nights
with some slender memory faded to veiled
disfiguring your guiltless, perfect view
Then- run like the wind my child
as if the devil was fast attached to its tail.
For never will I miscarry
I am your beginning - the one who gave you life…