Winter (part 12): The Ranger's Recover

Author: Stephen W. Cote

Something stark stirred next to me

While sleeping deep and dreaming.

It had ivory skin and a feather soft grace

A billion lives scrimshawed on its face.

It touched me in a magic friendship,

It loved me like a vow married our lips.

Its curves were slight and human

Its kiss beyond the mortal passion of a woman.

Her words were whispered in a strange tongue

And I understood my life had not begun.

She lead me to the meadow of souls

Where my wife was buried and I had first grown old.

In a moon beam on that winter night

I glimpsed the naked angel in the pale light.

She smiled and then kissed me goodbye,

She reminded me that I had not yet died.

Something hot and naked roared in my chest

I had loved an angel but now faced the test.

The forest was bare of the life once there

It was now in my power to show it that I cared.

A naked angel had infected my soul

Her ivory skin and kiss saved me from the cold.

The last three words from your lips, before your very last kiss

Were three words that meant everything, I love you.