We've tried to work things out
This endless argument runs
in circles
The same words, the same hurt

Today we called a truce
but like a last rose
before winter,
we both know what's coming

Frost coats your gaze,
and a fridged wind trails your kisses
making me long for the deep sleep of the bear
but this slumber won't be broken
by the trickle of the changing season

So I'll savor this rose like a photograph,
capturing the delicate petals of our
temporary peace because that's how I choose
to remember this moment before the withering
sprinkles the earth
with the end
of it all.

Empty eyes like dirty glass
see nothing beyond the window
of immediacy.

And yet one smile from her
will break the gloom like dawn
spilling across a murky sky,
casting the fires of youth once
again beyond those panes.

Eyes reaching out for the warmth
of recognition, he longs for the
intimate embrace of mind
meeting mind in the flash of a gaze.

With the tingling electricity of a first kiss
between new lovers, his soul crosses
the metaphysical, only to be crushed
by the stinging slap of an eyelid closing
like dirty glass that sees nothing
beyond the window of immediacy.