Ethereal Poem by Adrianne Quinlan

She seeks warmth under cover
When snow is over and under
And warmth comes only
From deep, deep within her.

Out of fog, he came
A tiny light
Of darkness to shine
Over her gloomy bed.

An ethereal existence
A shadow
A sweet breath
A cool breeze to appease.

An abstract - not to be seen or
Felt with fingers of flesh.
Not exact, but rough and ready
A final drawing that's yet sketchy
Formed from distant words to be read
A being of raised dots from toe-tip to head.

A thing not to be feared,
But cherished for its possibilities.
Potential energy increasing,
Waiting to be released with sweet gentle force.

Through these means he came.
A warm easterly breeze
Meeting cold northwesterly winds.
Clashing, yet tender showers
Melt black snow and ice.

A double rainbow,
In a faint orange sky,
That will pale
Too, too soon.

She wishes to fade too,
But must first reach the rainbow's end
To find, no pot of gold,
No ghostly figure, or silhouette,
But ninety-eight point six degrees
Of living, breathing reality.

Her only desire -
To one day feel true warmth
Of firm but gentle arms,
Stronger than her own,
Entangle her in loving embrace.

Melting snow and ice.
One to one, together.
Feeling heat wash over her and him
In gentle waves
Rolling over and over
The rapturous sea.