Longings

The clock on the wall is somehow silent
since you left.
The dying embers no longer dance
into flame anymore..
Now that you are gone
frost laden branches on panes of glass
cast dappled shadows upon stone floors
Reflections in a symphony of dance:
to your memory.....

Were you different in your acceptence of me?
Pliable, human bestowing those gifts
that only you could understand...
Abruptly, the rain fell small droplets
then larger, hitting the panes in short, sharp shocks......