Post by Wolf on Feb 22, 2004 2:09:42 GMT -5
Winter
...for April
Once again, winter has returned--
Forever gripping my heart, my soul, my mind
in eternal steel claws which I alone can release -
if I want to -
if I want to be free again, to be able to love again,
live again, give again, to know the warmth
of a woman's love again...
and, to be hurt again, just when the future
held the greatest promise, seemed the brightest...
Fear and distrust cloud the skies, hide the sun, steal the warmth;
bringing the bitter coldness of winter -
but, at least winter does not change much;
it is either cold, or, colder...
There is no warmth to look forward to, only to be cheated;
no sun to run under, only to be hidden by somber clouds--
no meadows to watch die...At least in winter there is no change to bewilder,
to wonder at, to catch one off guard -
in winter, all is constant: Cold, white, silent, and;
grim.
This at least I know, this I understand -
for love, compassion, friendship;
all confuse me, for I know not what to expect of them -
they bring joy, but then bitter sorrow and sadness
which is even more cruel than that of winter,
because the once-warm memories haunt the my empty soul...
In winter, there is only coldness, silence;
loneliness following the same,
like compared to like, forever...
That is why I now seek refuge in winter's cold, moaning winds,
for I am like them--
solitary
and roaming over the silent wastes
forever.
July 26, 1973
