To love you

[Menzoberranzen]

To love you has meant that

Lost days come back.

Wound through my fingers

Like silken strings

 

Pungent winds of past summers

Revive and take on

Their old sweet stirrings --

Winds I thought were stilled,

Whose stillness I mourned

With wistful grief, grief

That soon I willed away

And so became a person of stone, stunned

Clod of immalleable clay.

 

Places I had been happy open

Like new flowers in warm rain --

Fragrant specters delight the dark.

To love you has meant

All that life ever meant, again.

[Toast]

Thank you Menzo. I like it. I have experienced it too. Sam

[corvus]

Nice to see you around, and nice poem. These are familiar tropes, but the feeling beneath comes across. I particuarly how the lines are linked by enjambment in the second stanza.

 

Edited February 24, 2010 by corvus