The longest talk I ever had

Raw and chill was the winter morning,

when he dropped by my house

to ask of my company for a stroll by the woods.

My teeth chattered as I hastened down the stairs,

my toes ignoring the pain,

my eyes gleaming brighter than ever before.

My breath was suspended until i reached him at the door.

I wish I could stand there the same ,

admiring the beauty of his smile

but then he took hold of my chilled fingers 

and led me to the empty frozen road outside,

shining brilliantly ,

though it had been lashed last night.

Little dark though it was,

the lamp that he carried threw light on the gravel road,

sodden by the recent thaw.

As the dawn was about to break ,

we decended the frozen valley,

and comforted ourselves on a fat log,

though little tired our feet were

after the long walk.

I heard a wild wind rushing amongst the trees

breaking the tranquilising silence

capable of making anyone fall in love.

We both let the wind make ghosty noise ,

declaring him the winner of the field

and we engaged ourselves 

in the strange long talk of ours.

Neither of us spoke a word .

His eyes told me enchanting stories

and I guess he was able too

to understand the language my eyes used,

however difficult it was.

We talked and talked ,

and later,

when we had parted our ways,

I realised ,

'It was the longest talk I ever had'.