Cold
By Emma
Cold Can you feel me? Thick and crusted white At my feet Plodding my steps The silence echoes My footsteps sound the rhythmic Beat and pulsing of these Crystalline veins And the blackened capillaries Stretching Bleeding into, blending blue with The sky A telltale sign of my suffocation For you are my breath Reaching force upon force Into the sky Branches Bending with the weight Of this recent winter I let the flow carry me and find The sylvan pathways all lead to This Clearing For a moment, blindness Dazzling white Virgin, and unbroken Rolling, gently molded to the hillside And A presence Pale blue twin reservoirs Guarding This untouched place A question hangs upon my lips Carried by the frosty mist To you It swirls and dissipates It fails to bridge the distance Turning to go, I try to feel you I try to feel anything More than the cold and ice Have numbed And at last, I feel something It is… The strangest sensation Of warmth and peace as I Walk through the twilight forest And into the coming nightJust playing around with Jack London! Written April 10th, 2002 © on Apr 10 2002 03:29 AM PST 0 • 1
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