It is an odd day to say the least,the weather is unseasonably warm and as the rain melts the ice that once decorated the hills I feel as gray as the day looks. The previous snow fall still lying in patches is a haunting that winter is at its height of torment.
I hate this time of year, especially when I can't function as I would like. Well actually its the idle mind that causes the trouble.
"Heart speak louder
and tell me so, why
the ache wont let go?"
"Why the darkness
filled with gray
distances you from
this very day?"
My head on your shoulder,
your arms holding tight, a kiss
to your lips a moment of delight.