Always Knew the Way

Winter frails the night
Weak and limber her thighs
Where did all the might go?
She asks in the bleak and sinister
Dawning grace of her bosom 
A leaf glistened glow
Fury tethered edge 
Deceiving
Sharp like a sword
She cuts like a dream
Through the nightmare 
Of her own creation
Into the pearly whispers

Laughing children?
And flow the grace
Of gratitude
Pummels the heart
Exponentiates the possibilities
And the darkness, gone. 
The open drum, the cradled breeze
Floral essence dance the air
To song of their desire
On the backs of whimsical faerries
That always knew the way.