I believed in it, with all my heart
regardless how it appeared before my eyes;
now, I choke from the unkept promises
that chawed through the blazing voices
in the crackle of burning logs
from last winter’s frigid nights.
I’d stare at the gleam in faith
to absorb the zeal in its dance
and preserve in me, a fervency
to commune my lambent touch,
calling for the fragrance of Spring;
to wrap us in the mercy of light
Each sunrise whispered proverbs of credence
that rejuvenated my daily might
from the vows of the sun to the moon
swearing in oath, its return,
after the evening’s bitter clench
that masticated our frozen limbs.
Our nights slept in arctic breaths
that crystallized in every gasp
as we exhaled each other’s name
with crippling bones that entwined
in search for an inkling of warmth
that only, you and I could transpose.
I cried out to the Almighty Father
on bended knee, to be your strength
and enrich the call of loyalty
with personalized supplications
because this too shall pass,
all in the name of commitment.
I prayed and wept, shards of devotion
toward the covenant of last winter’s pledge
for the reaping of summer’s blessings
and the blossom of hearts, as one
but our bitter souls lacked to thaw
in time for the following season.
©2013 Liza Morales