The river is flirting with freezing.
If it was alive, I'd know how it feels. Maybe it is.....
Tonight, feels cold. Not the house... just me. Inside.
The wind softly chills
inside where no breeze reaches
cold, lonely places
When only the one
breaths warm life into my soul
and life's flame flickers
Empty spaces now
once filled only by her voice
echo soft within
A world renewed whole
if only, with just a touch
lacking, darkness grows
Coldness creeping in
with unspoken shock, meets cold
crawling it's way out
Only her voice, her touch
kindles fires of life so hot
rebuilding the soul
1 comment:
I find french vanilla ice cream helps.
but not a hell of a lot.
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