December 8, 2012

• Is there love in this world?

  Well, the blizzard hums,

  have you ever been inspired?

  has misery every felt you?

  have you ever laughed?

  Yes, the blizzard hums,

  that ache in your breast is a souvenir, a postcard of proof

  from love itself

  dated from your birth, corners stamped with a mother’s kisses,

  dated from your favorite class, edges singed with the first flickering of passion,

  dated from your multiple memories, surfaces marked with strangers’ generosity.

  Yes, the blizzard hums,

  look out upon my snow and appreciate your sight–a forgotten miracle,

  look out upon my gusts and feel loving arms melting over you recalled at will–memories,

  look out upon my frigidity and feel it in you–alive and warm.

   

  A time to appreciate the forgotten blessings of being alive. Life is too short to question love. I must remember to embrace it in each flurry and blizzard.

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