Wishing You

I listened for your footsteps in the quiet
darkness. When the clock struck twelve, your kiss
had caught me unawares. It was a riot
spinning with you into that abyss
of fragrances from blossom-laden trees
in bloom before their time. A frosty moon
beguiled us as we snuggled, warm, at ease,
beside the fire. You strummed a haunting tune.I blinked and in that instant you were gone
like smoke that coils into the winter sky
and lingers, til the amber light of dawn
reveals the truth, adrift upon a lie–
that wishing you alive in dreams would bring
you back to kiss my lips and welcome Spring.

 

Susan Eckenrode