© Candice James, Poet Laureate Emerita
New Westminster, BC CANADA
That winter
All the world was heart and snow
Flakes melting on the lips of life and death
As we danced to the end of love
A cooling orb in the sky
That was not a moon became familiar
We bathed in beams of simulated light
In a ring of broken stars
Filled with a mind-spill of frenzied passion
We floated on the breath of the mist
And flew through the eyes of the mystic
Disguised in masks and metaphors
To hide our true identities
We tore our hearts on the edge of our dreams
And fell through the hole in love’s soul
To hold death’s hand
In a barren land
Filled with reflections of who we once were…
Heroes melting together in the heat of December’s kiss
That winter
When all the world was heart and snow
As we danced to the end of love