Alone....On The Frozen River....

And while I walk bare-foot, on a widespread frozen river, of life,
My pace slows down,
I glanced one more time, at your words,

Wait, you will, you said,
Wait you must, thought I,

"My best expressions come out of you, my muse"

Oh how it echoes inside of me, my precious,

Virtuosity and righteousness compose you delicately, 
Where your humane deeds speak of your rectitude,
Among all the fairness and goodness, my beloved soul,
let the softness be, the compassion,
The expressions which are perhaps, still existing inside of you,
For me,

And while I am lost in this pondering, I see my blue feet,
It's all white around me, and I see your eyes everywhere,
And inside, a darkness looms, consuming me like fire,
My rising hollowness has but only one cure, 
The sole cure, my heart's desire and my soul's beseeching,

The quiet sky above, my beloved, is the quietude of my heart,
I breathe alone, scattered, and rambling and strewed,
I converse infront of the mirror, talking to myself,
Myself, a reflection of You,

I would walk ahead, until I am yours or I am numb....

(c) (S.S)