Trying to let go off the past that won’t fade,
Life’s strange, with regrets of old.
But what of the moments that fill the void
With memories that linger with the glitter of gold.
Speaks a mind unsure of the next morn
In quest of an everlasting way from above
All for a trust that may richly adorn;
This lass’s yet to find a way to move
Now, winter’s too wild for my mind to be still
But prayers are too strong for the frost to kill
This’ll pass, so do the winds that chill
Because my wishes’re too true for the days to be ill.
And then, my dear one,
Spring’ll find me with you, by your window sill!!!
Note: This is a decade old poem of mine which has been previously published. Even with all its shortcomings, I hold it dear. So sharing it with all 🙂