Snow Cottage by Michael David Coffey
For it is you I love . . .
For it is you I love . . .
In the wild winds of the wintery
overture of sweet scented kisses
I long to be there among the silver
birches and your warm giving
In the cold plains of a long night
Warm together on a simple bed
I dream of this, and remember
Of all the things I have, and had
Togetherness in the warmth of
a cold night
That is my need, my longing
For it is you I love . . .
For it is you I love . . .
In the sullen gray bracing
of a blustery snowladen day
And you wrapped in fur heaven
Your sweet innocence beckoning me
There I dream to be, in the frozen
Viilage of a time long past
To live in simplicity with you
In the wild places of my dreams
Faraway, from this bizarre reality
For it is you I love . . .
Copyright ©
April 9, 1999
Michael David Coffey
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