Ghosts and Grace

My chords have been taken away
and soaked in the song of the rain, hail and snow -
Everything that we wished to see, go.

Except for you.

No.
I do not wish to see you melt away into spring
as with the December elements of cold.
This young green not becoming of your pale eyes, old.

Come here.
Even as you freeze over like the moments
Passing dark between us. Here and there a stray.
But the sound of the rain, drowns out my prayers.

Do you see love waiting under the wizened boughs?
Patient and transparent as the sky is, out on the plains.
Do not be deceived by her gentle face, for her hands are pierced with battle.

And Her final cry will carry me through the seasons.