I have lived eternally long winters,
within the despaired confines of my heart,
Where I have built a solitary castle.
With the rough edges of my iced emotions,
I have carved its isolated walls keen,
Allowing only agony to befriend me,
With pain; I made a pact,
Like snow, I will stay pale forever!
You came in my life,
Like a miracle December’s rain,
Melting me free, from severe,
Icy grips of my deep sorrows,
All my feelings flowed recklessly,
From the mountains of new hope,
After long, I gasped the breath,
Of love, that transformed me,
To be limitless and significant,
Once again, I felt free!
But I fear…
December rains are very rare,
Unseasoned in a tragic life,
Like the legendary union of,
Snow and rain, who cross paths,
At times by fate, to be one again…
Birthing a short but incredible love story!
What’s the end of my tale, I am not sure?
Will, it be frozen in pages of time,
Or yearning showers of,
December’s rain will remain as my cure!
Re-writing one of my old poem dedicated to rare December’s rain.