He rode in on a winter's wind
The warmth in his smile carried the sun
It glistened in his eyes and warmed my skin
His voice echoed inside my head as it left his lips
Stirring up vivid images of how they’d feel on mine
He road in on a winter’s wind
Drifted just before the bloom of spring
Leaving behind secrets that I’ve planted in the soil of my memory
Allowing it to grow bittersweet memories that only I can smell
I wish for the cold wind to blow again and carry me with it
Take me as it warms me with the light of his smile
©Elizabeth Zsamboki Feb. 2011
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