(*) Blizzard Poem by Alice Cuenca

...a voice like
the silent melody of a falling snow
gently brushing my face
unhurriedly,
seeking...
to cleanse the debris of abandoned-hope
to an empty heart,
a smeared spirit swayed by
induced- tenet.
Suddenly the wind is picking up!
a deep-freeze, foisting on my bones,
ephemeral bliss is shattered.
Now, the longing is impossible to bear
I wanted you so much,
shaken by the melody
of waves; a storm in the tropics
subdued by your tenderness.
I wish to go back home...