that i could, that i would

grab your hand and

put on 10-league boots and

stride across the islands

stepping stones across

the cold  blue Atlantic….

first the Hebrides,

then the Shetlands,

tip-toeing over the Faroes,

over to Iceland itself

landing in Greenland

big steps, laughing,

over the dark lovely sea.

and when day is done

i would pull down

the aurora for you, i would

wrap you in a blanket of

milky way

i would call up the mermaids

to sing you to sleep

as you rock

on the back of a seal

warmed by the light

of the moon...

oh my beautiful child

for

my 10-league boots and

your delighted laughter...

Walking out the tall tower, after work

The bells of the Virgin of Guadalupe ringing out, ringing out

Far too warm for January, gentle winds

Shaking the dead roses by the sidewalk

And the skies, glowing pink, are promising

Snow

I didn’t realize how much I depended on you

You said I never called enough but

It was enough for me to miss you, I

Took it for granted you were always, always there

The skies, glowing pink above, are full of

Snow…

It’s been almost half a year, it’s been

More glasses of wine than I can count

It’s been dream after dream where you’re there

But not really aware, it seems

The skies are so pink, seemingly full of

Snow…

This brimming cup of sorrow keeps overflowing

No matter how much I drink or pour out

Spilling it every where I go, spilling it onto

The ground, it forever rolls to the sea

And the skies are rose-pink, telling me that the snow, the snow

Is coming