Snowpowder sprinkled in my hair <br />I reach for her, but she’s not there. <br />Her soft golden hair, no longer by my side, <br />her emerald eyes, that for me were blind. <br />Deep pools of green, I can’t deny. <br /> <br />Her skis are gone, the track is fresh, <br />the first ripples of pain, stir beneath my breast. <br />From this moment forth, I’ll know no rest. <br /> <br />A single tear lies upon my cheek <br />A silver pear; a glistening streak <br />My heart is broken, I cannot speak. <br /> <br /> <br />I can see her face within the mist <br />still see her smile <br />that from enjoyment grew <br />still see the pleasure <br />within her eyes, that I once knew. <br /> <br />I can see the movement of her lips <br />those tender lips when she spoke to me <br />the feel of them that set me free. <br /> <br />I hear her laughter on the wind <br />a honey sweet voice like morning dew. <br />So clear and still hanging on the breeze <br />it stirs my heart, sucks forth my breath. <br /> <br /> <br />Snowpowder sprinkled in my hair <br />Desperation, Grief, Despair. <br /> <br />A silent cry an inward tear <br />a choked-up so bursting from within <br />a heart-reaching moan <br />that split the air. <br /> <br />My hand she took in a last embrace <br />with a parting kiss she sealed my fate <br />my body rocks, now convulsively shakes. <br /> <br /> <br />The sun is bright now, sky cream white blue <br />but my heart is cold still, dead through you. <br />Our love was strong once wild and free. <br />Like a flower growing in scorching desert sands <br />the fragrance of it, captivated me. <br /> <br />The beauty withers <br />Its time is past. <br />The seeds are sown <br />Some may last. <br />Alone in the snow <br />This life I part. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright © Terence George Craddock<br /><br />Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/snowpowder/
