The winter white has melted away
to crimson red pouring down
through cracks in pavement,
an echo of lovers left bare,
ghosts of wanderers
seeking twin hearts,
and love is the sweet water
kept hidden in clouds above.
And a bell rings inside
my glass heart,
glimmering with light
from the rising moon outside
and then fading
into a dark red,
and love is calling
somewhere from a distance.
And the icy touch
of a lover
shown the door
so long ago
threatens to crack
the glass,
cut me deep,
but access denied.
I won't be left open
for my heart to tear,
and I won't be the wanderer
this time around.
Let the day of love
come and go,
and I will be
but a ghost
echoing of love
lost and searched.
And my heart
will stay cold
until a kiss
warms my soul
and tells me
that this is
the love
that I have looked for
in all the wrong places,
edges of the world,
and finally, finally
found to call me home.

Glimmer of Love in Glass
by, Melissa R. Mendelson