I think of you

I think of you  
   
like a thousand  
flowered April  
mornings in the  
spring  
   
I think of you  
   
like the voices  
of stars whispering  
the secret name  
of God into my  
waiting ears  
   
I think of you  
   
like the impossibility  
of catching all the  
fury in the north wind  
   
I think of you  
   
like the face  
of moonlight  
searching an  
ancient forest    
floor for eldritch  
magic  
   
I think of you  
   
like a killing  
frost arriving  
a season early  
as the earth  
wept and the  
roses begged  
for mercy