Season’s Dance

It was always you. Standing there in that beautiful dress. Your hair flowing around you like a luminescent halo of fluid air. A smile too irresistible to not kiss, but contagious like a sickness is what you gave me when we first met. It was spring. Oh, the irony of such a gorgeous time of life in renew. Our love grew like life grows into the summer: small, fertile, then a harmonious boom of green; Like your eyes. Oh, how we’d dance and how we’d soar into each day! You were my sun, in every moment of the light. You were my stars and the vibrant moon herself within our long nights. No chill could touch us, our love was all we needed to stay warm, but, now… You’re not dancing. The moment flew and swayed like autumn's leaves being ripped from their branches. Your warmth is gone. Your smile now a blank set of painted lips by the mortician’s hands. I give them one last kiss as I send you off, flowers surrounding your beautiful locks, and my tears the only warmth I feel as they lay you to rest within Gaia’s tender arms. It is winter forever now. There is no life with your absence my angel, no warmth gives comfort from the mass of sympathized hands. Only you, my still spring lily, could give life meaning and warmth… I could never feel it 'til the instant we met. It was always you.