Winter Night, Give Way to Spring

Let me compare thee to a winter's night,

Chilling cold and shattered from your senses,

Beautiful and encompassing without delight,

A dangerous slumber with consequences.

By midnight you come shrouded,

Hiding the truth of your nature - a white out,

And I sleep beside you with eyes clouded,

Deep in the slumber of our love - devout.

Now I wake as the sun rises,

Your winter shroud melting away,

Revealing a form that catalyzes,

My long forsaken dream; a doorway.

A golden route of flowers,

Awaiting this: springtime rain showers.