I used you, <br /> in the spring; <br /> the smell of flowers, <br /> swirls of pink, <br /> yellow and blue; <br /> April's showers, gone, <br /> so have you; <br /> I am lying, on grass, <br /> preening, seasoning my tines; <br /> celebrating my new life meaning, <br /> taking on a different reflection; <br /> my heart, is frozen, <br /> the sun's warmth has to reach it; <br /> stuck in the cold, it cannot melt, <br /> because you left it, to this end; <br /> I remember our prayer, in the wind, <br /> dancing as the sky settled in; <br /> then it blew, that mondain came too, <br /> took away me, to my will's chagrin; <br /> the perfume of loss, so sweet and soft, <br /> now causes me sadness, in my heart; <br /> never-ending, is this wintery journey, <br /> life, now death pulled inside out; <br /> you changed then, and abandoned me, <br /> be very afraid now, for your life is in doubt.<br /><br />michael walkerjohn<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/6-is-truly-9/
