thundersnow, part one


thundersnow
shakes my morning
and i think of you
like i always do
any thought
that brings my heart
into play
leads me to you

glasses get thrown
onto the desk
curses and snowflakes
fill the air
head in hands
i close my eyes
and you
are all i see

stop dancing
behind my eyelids
come help me
if you insist
on being
my muse
because of you
i have work to do

an ancient compulsion
to do the impossible
one true thing
chronicle
the journey
taken by the heart
when it calls something
beloved