Fire and Snow.

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.