Way of This Love.

Does love arrive with a storm
or fly onto me with silent grace?
Does love leave with a strike
or echo back a goodbye
that has me wearing your gaze
(for those nights when snow comes
and stays on the roads, nothing can
melt, my heart remains a frozen stone
of memories....)
Which way do I take now?
Do I blow you a kiss with my hands
or my lips....or do I accept the part
of being your friend (and only shaking
your hand in congratulations)?
Do I even dare to imagine
that you will see a new essence of my love
when I look across your face?
Whatever way this will take,
I may never know how to write
the next chapter, but the fire rolling in my heart
will speak for every thought
and haze that has pushed me this far.

-Written 1/1/2012.