Reverie’s Dews

Though winter breed its ice over the heart

even if blizzards blast their fury upon the soul

when eyes can dream the star

amid the flurries that try the mind

then summer will ever burn within the spirit.

 

Among the drifts that spread their chill

that hope would hibernated in frozen thoughts,

reverie’s dew beads upon the gaze

images from fancy’s flame

thaw the flakes of crystallized memories.

 

Within the light burns to warm

a sullen mood from time’s December’s scarf

that covers with frigidity,

slowly the snowman of despair thaws

thaws as one reclaims that fire

first felt during long nights

when passion’s furnace wasn’t lit.

 

Match taken from the recollection’s closet

ignites the fireplace of the will

as the fear of frostbitten reaches melts away.