LIFE FORCE

It was a cold, cold morning 
Dripping wet, icy fingers

Of dawn 
Trying to freeze my dreams

To nothingness 
But it was your gaze 
From across the fallen horizon 
That kept me warm
When life seems but an illusion 
And moments, fickle 
As the slowly melting snow 
I sit at my doorstep 
Counting crystals 
On naked branches 
And hugging my dreams close. 
At times all we have is a dream 
A faraway paradise 
Hidden by the distant cloak 
Of midnight, 
But when eyes
The depth of clear blue skies

That hold the raging seas 

Steal covertly
Dark, devouring glances

At me
It’s that searing amber tongue 

Going lick, lick, lick 

A lazy, moving flame 
Back and forth 
Across gently burning thoughts 
That gets me breathing….again!

MS