My Love Is A Winters Dream Poem by Matthew Holloway

My heart like my love
is akin to a winters landscape
with the absence of light
and the lingering chill
that words such as these
disperse into the air
~
To dream of spring and summer
to dream of light and warmth
the flowering buds opening up
the offerings and fresh fruits
to be savoured by the soul
what greater beauty is there
~
There is little which can seperate
a fool and their dreams
the lingering hope, the belief
played in the day and echoed in dreams
what it and what is to be
forever remains to be seen
~
Yet still this winter persists
no light nor warmth grace here
no fruits to nurrish the soul
the landscape a barren waste
assigns this poetic tome
~
Birds high in flight and song
away in search of warmer climbs
a further departure it seems to be
making more a dystopian scene
no crescendo rising
there is but a solitary string
a minor note to a winters dream