[SeaN]

Burn like a splif on a hot night in June
with the moonlight in tune
floating notes at you
through the airways
those sensual soliloquies
weaving through the willow trees
searching for an ear or a heart,
from the moment they depart.

Freeze like a moment, take a piece of you home
and hold it close to me
remember words you spoke to me
and savor the frost
as the feelings are lost
below the surface...
though the skeptics say
you planted them, on purpose.

Melt like a dream, in the face of bitter sun
as you rise and dilute all the colors
in your mind
and adjust the expectations
in light of complications
that defy adequate explanations-
but my Spring will pander still
to your tentative reservations.