Peace

Peace...

Here now there are tendrils of light upon my face
Firelight flickering in my eyes
The wind lifts strands of my hair to tickle my ears
and give me goosebumps at the back of my neck
The gentle feel of your fingertips on my arm as you
casually run them down... almost absentmindedly laying
on my back, head nestled on your shoulder, watching
the sparks drifting upward on the warm currents of
air... I try to pick them from the stars that shimmer
there, pulsing with an ancient light that is so
familiar. yet so alien wondering if another being is
there too, looking up to see me down here...
Wondering the chill air raises my senses... brisk and
fierce, as my breath frosts, my feet warm by the light
by the woolen socks that cover them, embraced in
warmth and comfort... My blanket wrapped about us...
defying the cold, insulting our being ... us...
there... The smell of chocolate... hot and frothed as
you pour two, escaped from our haven, crisp air
invades my space... wanting you again, come back to
the den... hot mug enveloped by tingling hands...
Chocolate steam rising to heat my nose and cheeks...
sipping... warm, safe again... The stars twinkling
their wisdom down upon us as we sit in the beauty that
is life, us... the snow falls, silent in its deafening
descent, forcing retreat retreat to our canvas home,
zippered and cozy, to watch the firelight flicker on
the snow-encrusted walls, so here to sleep, still in
my blankets, still in your arms, still in our haven,
in peace