before the first snow...

Hmmm...and I think of you...
where o where...
when will i cast my eyes on you...
when o when..
her moon becomes full...
the wiccan gather
people stir...
my body aches for you
pounding beats..
as my blood rushes...
I ponder...
as the leather of the resting flogger
waits another day...
stars fill the night...
casting sparkles
to lay in the green grass
before the first snow...
to lay my eyes on you
before the gray fills my beard...
before the work of the raven...
Oh…how you fill my head...
months you have run in and out of my brain...
only to remain the same...
my hand reached out to you...
do you want to touch?...