Of Snow & Sadness

Sometimes you just have to wait,
For that sadness to wash over, finish its role.
So you can really taste the sweetness of happiness.
It's a long wait I know,
And leaves your thoughts buried deep in the snow.
You try to break through the sleet, to bring to reality
The smoke-clad shadows, the amorphous figures;
That disguise themselves in quotations of the world,
Which surreptitiously but shamelessly weave themselves
In the dungeons of your brain.
Like tunes do in a canon. Relentless and exhausting and yet-
Hitting the right notes every time.
They threaten to pour out of those drowsy half-closed
Souls that call themseleves eyes. For they are the only opening.
On lazy saturday afternoons, the sultry air in the room,
Adorned thick with the perfume of
Sweet love making. And in the end,
You realize where your wait has brought you.
The sleet is but water, and you surface.
Break through the sadness.