Winter Trails

Alas

I’ve lost more than the furnace of a love,
more than the presence and the being of you,
much more than smiles and sympathies I rue
and dreaming song and dance of stars above.

I have lost a heartbreak, a grief, a death,
the keenest pain that shuddered me to craze:
a deep distraction made a maze of days;
your absence pulled the drawstring of my breath.

There was a muse in this miserable trail -
in days of calm there’s no news worth a sale;
in ease no urgent sorrow to bewail.

In all I’ve lost what is it that I find?
A clarity of thought and peace of mind.
Give me your love again and make me blind.