A velvet breath.

When I was curious and small, 
a mid days sun lost its warmth and watchful gaze.
Her whispers of mocking affection would echo,
thru the leafless dead trees guarding the forgotten maze,
unable to guide me no further,
a winters cursed breath drifted to an unforgiving sea,
carrying the melancholy cries of a desolate boys plea. 

When revealed by noble moonlight,
her souls shadow would tease with the love I sought, 
blithe spirits of olden days,
knocked on doors hidden from the dawn,
begging for admission as their memory slowly faded,
needful tears fell to my forlorn heart,
sometime in a cold dead winters night,
you stopped caring for its lonely beat.

Memories of dancing flames in a coal fire that gently burned,
protective arms once guarded a child's fragile awareness,  
your breath felt like warm velvet on my cheeks.
A curious boy listened to words not wanting to be heard,
a fire stopped burning and no longer kissed my eyes,
a velvet breath became ice that stung a small boys heart,
you carried the weight of Atlas' burden on your dying shoulders.

Crumbling gates to the bridge stood weary,
over what was said and left undone,
footprints in the snow became reminders,
for the departure of a bond long gone.
The creaking cries of the oak trees knew death was coming,
I still hold onto that soothing and cherished memory,
when your maternal breath was like warm velvet,
staring at dancing flames of a desired eternity,
when I was curious and small.

A final cry for forgiveness,
would be carried away by the crows claw,
and its blackened wings would carry me far away,
in a memory that flickers a flame on moonless nights,
I tearfully seek the feeling of a warm velvet breath,
when I was curious and small,
before light of that dreadful winters morning, 
your heart stopped beating.