when the days were
fruitful; to when
deer, once our pests,
filled their bellies
with the grass in
our thriving yard,
free from yellow.
It’s been awhile since
I’ve seen any form
of life, let alone
our deer, once our pests;
penguins moved Here for
a little bit, soon
after you left, but
I haven’t seen them.
My theory is
that this Place isn’t
able to provide
for them anymore.
It was glowing aurous
when we lived Here, with gold,
delicious apples that
caused the trees to have a
sweet, soothing droop to their
branches, hanging just low
enough for you and I
to reach out our arms and
pick the fresh fruit with our
hands and feel the crunch
of the blond barrier
through our suspecting teeth
showing the saccharine,
sacred nectar within.
This Icy Sleet
took over my
Sanctuary
long ago, long
after you left,
and unlike the
box in my jeans
that, when it’s struck,
the warmth from the
flame melts the ground
quickly beneath
my feet; I watch,
nostalgic of
the way the freed
water flows on
its cold equal…
This Haven was matchless to
any scene you’ve ever seen.
When I lick skin off my dry,
chapped lips I can almost taste
the flavor of being back
to the way it
once was.Here,
with you, in Serenity.
But the once golden hues have since faded
into mere grave grays and the winter months,
once temporary, have since grown into
permanent, mere winter years and the Ice
that surrounds me, frozen in stake shape,
pierces directly through my heart and through
my heart it reaches my soul and I am
frozen, in time, knowing nothing but what
once was.Take me back to when
the days were golden,
to when the sun shone
through the carefully
stained glass window, a
rainbow of light that
sat on your resting
face, to when you would
look at me and tell
me that we made it,
and I would believe you.
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