Friday, March 25, 2005

Cold night

Close mine eyes- no difference.
Open and squint- all is dark.
Creaking noises, and heavy airs, punctuate,
Blanket night.

On this cold occasion, e'en colder water,
By buckets dumped.
Shiver, squint; helpless.
Who prey, may prey, prey upon me.
Sense suffoacted by celestial duvet,
Aching heart beats pathetically faster.

Can I not find fire tonight?
Can I not breathe her onto my sight; -luminate.
Seem' collided have I with a most harsh fate,
Mused no doubt by black hole's within,
Abandoned am I to the gods' cold grin?


Cannot breathe, dare not move,
For I may stumble into my loved, carved groove.

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