when Spring lit the sacred heart
you danced
(beautifully) and moved
through the places
i kept dreams.

and when the Wind pulled
your flame to the moon,
i molded you, crafting
the cooling wax of my heart,
keeping your image still.

careful now. i am careful
to push the Winter
into every Spring.
to keep the heat from my heart,
knowing it would
melt your
gently crafted eyes within it.

(there are no eyes like yours)