The Longest Winter Poem by Marcus Golding

On Algid days,
the pale spectral of memory casts light through the shadow in my mind.
Warm exchanges spoken, emotions shared
They Escape this wintered soul and settle gently

For a perfect instant, your beauty Blinds, I am with you, and I want you.
You take my hand, as you guide us towards our new lain sheets,
Then Somehow I lose your hand
And we lapse when I need you most

Warmth disperses through this wintered soul,
the memories of our world,
Forced and roughly pushed, piled high for spring rains to wash them away,
but they never do.
Again, I am lost without you
The longest winter in memory

Beautiful cold solitude winter
I struggle for a moment, then continue,
knowing that I must go on.
Fearing early springs rain