Love

And should this wintry child 
of dreary gaze 
Die a sudden death 
Would you still mourn, 
his icicle-like heart? 
As you linger amongst charcoal shadows 
of futile yesterdays? 
Or would you rejoice 
As it 
drips, melts under 
the fragrant charms of spring, 
with its velvety decadence 
The soft twirls, swirls 
of delicate scoops, 
that awaits the true believer, 
dancing upon the subtle wings 
of rainbow colored hummingbirds 
Echoing wildly, the melodic chants 
of infinite possibilities 
Would you still mourn or rejoice?

The true believer