Locked.

Ladened, with hardened snow.

Nothing will enter ...

Bygone days,

When greens and petals,

Were picked, ...

In olden days,

The world felt exotic,

Waiting to be discovered, ...

Spring has arrived,

Yet trees remain asleep.

No leaves or blooms in sight. ...

Spring flowers.

Why are you drooping,

Discolored, unhappy? ...

Life’s a puzzle.

Often muddy.

Sometimes grey, ...

Movies.

Magic.

Maybe. ...

Beautiful, ordinary days.

Not so long ago.

When masks, ...

Even flowers,

When not loved,

Turn to stone. ...

Bells are ringing,

But I can’t hear.

Lost in the blue, ...

Endless darkness.

Rustiness,

Not far away. ...

Like days of old.

When it was hard to decide,

Whether to hold back, ...

Grey walls.

Barred, black windows.

Dark moods. ...

Where to hide…

In the cracks, crevices, holes?

Or blend in, ...

I climbed you.

Long ago,

When dreamy, and naïve. ...

Perfection,

Stared at closely,

Reveals imperfections. ...

Wish back then,

I didn’t look at the forms,

Shapes or ideas, ...

Cozy.

Side by side.

Frozen in time. ...

To one day wake up,

Open,

Vulnerable, ...

Some days,

Hearts feel black.

Dangling. ...