A Candle in the Snow

By Rita

Tiny flame flickers
as a winter storm
wraps the landscape within a
dazzling white cloak.

prince of summer
sleeps beside me,
black hair spread across
a pillow of pine needles,
muscled body limp
upon a bed of ice.

I pray,
"Small orange light,
break his enchantment."
as smoky tendrils
rise to a gray-blue sky.

I kiss him
leaving traces of red berry
upon his cheek-

a wish for my love
to warm his heart.

and still he slumbers
in wintry blizzard-

eyes flickering within
a sad dream-
a soft breath lingers,
a fragile sign of faith.

like a candle in the snow.

I’VE NEVER SEEN

I have never really seen
the rain
or metioned it to you
i have never really understood
so many, are so few.
I cannot recall a single second
my fickle heart was real
maybe it's because
i had no chance to feel
i wish i could decipher
my true feelings, just one thought
yet it is impossible to learn
when you were never taught