Before The Big Feeze

You, my love are a November poem 

Blown in, an exhilarating breeze

Made my heart swirl wanton, fire-hued leaves 

Leave me craving warmth... your opium 

Is this how you need me... on my knees? 

For where are you now; has the season changed?

Has the thunderstorm washed you away?

Please tell me why, my love, you go away?

Was to dare, hope... deluded, deranged? 

Are your words all, of you, that remains? 

Yes I realise now, I sound insane 

But before you, I felt not the cold

To a life of numbness I was sold 

Lifeless lay, until you blew my way 

From you now, my mind... it will not stray  

So if you want me, love, send words on wind

Quell Winter’s creeping doubt of intent   

Raise phoenix leaves, make once again spin 

Let our love at last breathe... not repent 

Before our life’s clock is all but spent 

© Debbie Razey 2019 - Violet Moon Poetry