Without further ado, here it is.
In the Dead of Winter
I found you in the dead of winter
In your warm city
Covered by sunshine and ocean breeze
You peeled off the layers
Of my jaded coat of armor
Slowly, like you were tasting my return to
naivete
You sipped my opening heart
Like a warm coffee after a sleepless night
Made less bitter by the rising day
You found me in the deadest winter
Ready to strip off the silence that had
taken hold
I grabbed your hand to lead it where your
eyes couldn't go
And found it sweating in optimism
Like a river coursing through a long
drought
We found ourselves treading water
In unfamiliar territory
Grasping at each other like buoys
Ecstatically drowning in each other's
happiness
We found each other at a distance
In the lifelessness of that winter
With only the hope and promises we'd laid
out on a strangers' bedspread
As the map to our waiting
For the times when our patience would become thin and
ragged with want
For those days when counting down the hours took our
breaths away
Somehow, we still managed believed in sunshine, warm
coffee
And that three hundred miles
Could never bleed us of each other.
