arboreal winter

           prostrate
           on my face again
           vulnerable to blanch unforgiving elements
           scattered snow and
           lethargic Winter skeletons
           dance amid sullen isolated oak
           authentic tranquil seasons
           procure an ancient cryptic vernacular
           yet 
           my heart remains
           an obsolete divisive galaxy
           watch it dissipate
           across a whitened terrestrial landscape 
           peer through stolen earthly data
           to
           get a rare glitch on youthful intimacies
           i have forgotten
           reference obscure pantheistic calendars
           to create
           a kind of
           filial artificial anecdote
           I am used to
           then
           latently depart
           as a
           dreamlike apparition
           betwixt naked treetops
           ascending 
           into an ancient celestial abyss
           dead, dear and stoic
           my love will
           remains