My Mind 19/11

I look to the sky,
cast grey like tarmac,
I try and trace a path,
hoping it leads to you,
but it breaks to soon,
falling to the ground with fury.

I look to the ground,
now broken by puddles,
I gaze at them,
finding only broken bits of me,
that was once whole.

Awaiting Spring

as spring erupts in violent splendour, 

my soul remains bound,

winter's turbulent Iron grip, 

I shut my eyes, 

dreaming of you, 

wanting bridges across I - you, 

I shut my eyes, 

bound by dreams,

running forever, 

always to you - my spring.