A Poem Re-Draft and a New Poem Draft

Never-ending

You and I may walk along
these ancient highways made of song;
there's no need to rehash
right and wrong;
we are done with all that,
right or wrong.

For time was frozen on the mountainside
but time is melting like the snows.
At the time it seemed so never-ending --
never-ending! 'Never-ending'
is coming to its close.

To talk is but to argue more,
another shout and slamming door;
there's no reason
to continue to reason:
close the book,
end the war.

And time was frozen on the mountainside
but time is melting like the snows.
At the time it seemed so never-ending --
never-ending! 'Never-ending'
is coming to its close.

At times I still recall your kiss,
a flicker here of joy and bliss;
there's been no grace
to this endless ending
and how did we come to this?

The time was frozen on the mountainside
but time is melting like the snows.
At the time it seemed so never-ending --
never-ending! 'Never-ending'
is coming to its close.

Sunshine and Snow

You turn to me disdainful eye
and will not look my way.
Some fools might quail, but never I;
I smile like dawning day
and know, as sure as planets move
in heaven's endless round
that you your love to me will prove
and in my arms be found,
for I am warm like summer sun
though you be cold as snow
and over slopes my ray shall run
till boundless warmth shall flow;
then learn what you already felt
in secret, hidden soul,
and swiftly, surely, purely melt
and to my arms then roll
like river thrown to summer sea
that ice shall never find.
Not force shall bring you here to me,
but shining light of mind.