Fire and Snow.

[Guest guest]

Snowfalls in the day-sweep

and I am thrown from the wagon of sleep,

by the sweet footstep pace of this love.

The land is naked under this snow-filled,

falling tread of you.

Beloved, you have ridden my dust

and placed a cool hand under my pillow.

My soul is billowing, snow-laden

and slow ridden

by the caress and comfort of this day in you.

 

Today the crow is a shadow in your white, eye-bright

snow tears, and joy.

The tall poplars reach for you to cloy in your sky-songs.

As a mans hot thrust they preach to you

of my ember glowing, deep desiring sermons.

I have heard that the albatross

can fly around this world, never resting.

It lives upon the breasting wind of you.

Snow white milk of your arresting hue

and cry of you.

I am made light and mad for you.

I to, wingspan my way in this fire-frost day;

the heart of you.

 

I am the pilgrimage of your love letters.

I am the slow-fused flash of an inner sun

you have blown upon

and made the path of you.

If I fall down in this snow banked

shifting earth.

I shall melt the world,

for I am refined in the forging fire of you.

I am become the molten message.

Hot pierced, and struck anew

by the snow-fire flare and swift passage

of this rapier pushed pounding

love blazed pulse and driven through....

This I in You.

 

love

 

eric

 

 

 

 

Copyright 2002. Eric Ashford.