York

I was set on fire, she was bleak,
but I warm amidst her chill.
Antagonising; what it means,
even the blind can see in dreams.
In my own I can fly.
Fog frozen in lantern light
and I know.

Stars above us cease to shine,
kissing under wind turbines.
Black shadows in the yellow clouds;
lovers’ artistic image drowns.
I kiss her neck, my lips turn ice;
Suburban tundra stretch for miles
and I know.

Forest leaves are trod to ash,
Autumn falls and strips the branch.
Brave face and floor soon to meet;
we fell in love close on the beach
and then you broke my heart in York.
City skyline and the moonlight talk
and you know.

Reviews

[Yellow Butterfly]

Such a beautiful City is York that I am sure your heart will mend and you will once again find true love.

Thank you for this wonderful write and for sharing :O)

[TheJordBaker]

thank you so much :)

[Mz]

I kiss her neck, my lips turn ice - love this line!
You voice is so subtle in this poem yet the message is loud and clear.
One of my absolute favorites.

[TheJordBaker]

aww thank you so much :)

[BorealPoet]

Very interesting actually. I love the imagery in this poem!

[TheJordBaker]

thank you