Clutching And Coaxing

Don't go, as the gales do In a hurry Pushing past the trees Racing to make the train, the plane, The red light corner that turns you Onto a different street Leads you to the turnstile Of a tomorrow I will not know Don't leave, as the seasons do Like Christmas snow Pretty once, then dirty The shine of the crystallized newness Melting into muddied puddles Where snow angels once slept As now I sleep alone Don't go, as lovers often do Into the wet rain, dense fog, Midnight hours across the sky Taking little time to say something profound Anything... to lessen the pain of parting Don't go, tall and turned away Forgetting to look over your shoulder Stay...one more day Every day... Don't go, as the gales do