Winter winds can fan the embers, bitter cold can
Kill the flame. I’ve seen the spark of life within us, I’ve watched From the distance a violent blaze Never have I felt the heat of life’s passion I’ve always lived life outside the circle, To have been in its light, but never its warmth. Love has always been the iceberg which destroyed My vessel. When I was young I could see the sparks, but Icy tendrils always encumbered my soul. Now life is short, and my heart feels Like cold winter embers, no heat left, no spark to kindle The flame. Just once in this life I would have loved to feel The heat from inside the circle and its warm embrace. But now and forever all I have left is the Encircling comfort of the cold
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