A Promise

Clytemnestra Aa
Aug 2015 (c)

Am saving you
Love
As provision for cold 
Winter days 
When food of the soul 
Is not ambrosial
And the body starves
For a stroke of warmth
I conceal it
In the womb of time 
To grow day by day
Fostered by the benign
Hand of fate 
Shielded by the lustrous
Smile of existence
I will be waiting
For time to bid
you get closer 
Fetch what 
I long treasured
for you