Seasons

I, Summer, Fall for you -- Winter.
Though for now you give me naught
but cold words and icy looks, I trust that
in time you will warm to me. Love will
Spring forth from your heart, as once
again, my darling Winter, you return
to me, Summer.

-- c. j. noel

Phantom Love

In cryptic dreams I recognize
A phantom love from long ago;
And whether I have dreamed of lies
Or prophesies, I do not know.

-- c.j. noel

I'm a Ghost Without Your Love

The third of June, do you remember?
I called you mine 'til nine September.
You dressed in black that Sunday morning;
And took my life without a warning.

-- c. j. noel