I long to peer
inside your heart
to feel the things
that urge new start.
entrancing words
roll off your tongue
like the sheltering breezes
boughs hide among.
the imprint of wiser paths
across impending icy field
leads me upon stinging frost
with progress' fruitful yield.
I yearn to see your face today
and know a warmth once more
to travel on my pilgrim's path
and pass through open door.

Published by Rick Stassi