Julie

A tiptoe on the ice beneath the snow,
believe me when I say there's a way
to go, yet. But still don't fret 'coz don't
forget that I have set this up so let your
fears and tears disappear and smile
a bit and try to enjoy it.

And by it I mean this scene serene
of standing on a frozen lake, so
wide awake, watching the mist rise
from our breath. So don't delay, the
time to play, is here today, so won't
you say that you love me?

Spiral

Sunlight glints on frosted branches;
frigid fields hindering life's chances,
callous glances of possible romances,
no more dances, no more watching.
No one's watching, no one's watching.
Dance, dance. Spiral
into chaos, into moonlight,
into harmony.
Life's dramatic irony
stands tall as we all take
comfort in its shadow.
All but those who dare to
burn, dare to learn for what
they yearn, then a return. Spin to
the centre, reach out to the tips,
slender, inviting, return to the hips.
Return, return. Burn.
You're so warm.