This is a poem about longing and the promise of seeing a loved one again. Picture a cold snowy night. A man who is advanced in age, sits alone and watches the evening fire. Imagination takes over and the hypnotic fires create an illusion; an illusion of desire.
A Poem For A Winter's Night:
In the dark cold of Winter
The solitude of the night
I sit in an empty room
A small candle gives me light
Shadows create illusions
The dance of evening fire
The image of a woman
In the shape of man's desire
Her form is that of beauty
For my weary eyes to see
Seductive in her movements
The fire calling out to me
Her long hair of golden flame
The embers create her feet
The scent from the firewood
Like a fragrance that is sweet
She dances with elegance
Her body spins and also twirls
Never have I seen before
Such beauty in a young girl
Flames increasing my passion
Her dance of Winter fire
I'm reaching out to touch her
Illusion becomes desire
I'm transformed back to my youth
And before her now I stand
I leaving from my body
Difficult to understand
In the room of firelight
Shadow's take a shadows hand
And we dance on the fire
As a woman and a man
She comes to me in the night
The shadow becomes my wife
Like a flower cut in bloom
Cruel fate ended her young life
We are eternal lovers
I just wish my life would end
I want to be united
With my lover and my friend
Her eyes begin to widen
And then her magic fades away
I look out from my window
It's the dawning of the day
I shake my head with sadness
Once again I'm all alone
My wife was taken from me
In painful sobs, I moan
Cruel illness took her from me
I return to being old
I vowed not to remarry
And the truth can now be told
I wait all alone this Winter
One day, she'll return to me
And when my life has ended
I'll share with her eternity
In the cold of the Winter's night, an old man cries himself to sleep for the object of his longing. To be complete again, to find his wife and dance together in eternity.