The Freeze

The Freeze

Now that the cord is nearly broken

and the door more closed than open

the spell that is no longer spoken

 parting gifts now empty tokens

memories we no longer rake

little left of goodness sake

scratched out letters on mustard pages

words that speak in shabby clichés

scattered crumbs of once sweet cake

winds that fail to stir the lake

spring blossoms will soon fall and fade

red petals stripped from crimson rose

dank lilies lie in mute repose

chains that can no longer hold

of corroding metal rusted gold

gathering speed our ship begins

to sink in rippled plunging rings

lifeboat fights to stay afloat

drawbridge raised above the moat

unsteeded knight jilts hard won spurs

veins of blood stagnate unstirred

hammered stakes that pierce the heart

necking swans must drift apart

sly slinking wolf now cringing cur

cheetah with no drive to purr

decaying orbit of darling stars

lengthened dusks of pale memoirs

ever fixed mark is shaken

by the lodestone of love forsaken

tears that freeze before they fall

choking dust of cloyed mothball

padlocked heart still faintly beats

but the keys are out of reach

when my soul’s eyes start to close

and kindest thoughts between us froze.

The things we needed once to say

in ways that brightened up the day

caressing kisses hidden touches

reddened face and modest blushes

forever burning throbbing pleasure

sun blissed days without measure

minds that hunt for buried treasure

melding thoughts in fiery leisure

reclining in love’s arms once spent

smiles that silent speak content.

remember how we once were glad

about these that will make us mad.

But now that the cord is nearly broken

and the door more closed than open

our soul’s eyes sticky blind with disease

make kindest thoughts between us freeze.