Now, in this January cold
I let my old bones think of thee
A son of New Year's birthday born
Where our first morn did eyes so see
Each other's scrutiny to greet:
A meeting destiny foresaw
Within a dream as hands did shake
Making cold January warm.
First look, first flash of ancient lore
Rose out of deepest clash of waves
To soar above what went before
And gave to Winter's barren tree
Green leaves and flowers and much more
Than mere words from prison could free
To show the wonder of our love
Alive today as yesterday!
Panmelys 2015
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Left me breathless and speechless at its deep beauty10/10 BB