Waiting For Spring

By Tortuted Poet

I shall make a fire, a bigger fire indeed

To burn up this cold longing heart covered in the snow of this cruel winter

I will not win back my spring until I hear you lighting up a fire letting me know that our spring has once again yet bloomed 

The traces you left for me with your promise of coming back soon to me has not touched since you have left , now it's covered up deep inside this cold snow that is my heart indeed 

When will my spring come back 

Oh, when will i hear from my moon again the warm breeze of yours came just a little before i could feel it on my skin it has once again long gone 

I ignited a bigger fire sending as a signal there wasn't any sun , there wasn't any moon but my fire shining through to you letting you know , to make you remember that my heart out here being all alone in this cold winter evening

Iam afraid if this evening going to long last or just for the short period until you my sunlight reaching to my skin and my frozen heart 

This heart covered in snow has not given up yet it shall not die yet before it experiences it's spring morning atleast for once guess i should just burn up this aching longing heart to silence for a while with fire of those little precious memories

I get mad , flames of madness and igniting a fire a bigger fire inside of me to melt away these tears 

Lying down beneath these white snow waiting for my spring to hit me with a light.

By Tortuted Poet