Winds of winter

The silence that you send me

Is like smoke secretly escaping

From the glowing embers

Hissing- within my cold dark


All of this new understanding

Is slowly but finally acclimating

To the un-whispered messages

Burn away slow this winter age


For me, snowfalls are nothing new

Neither is silence concerning you

But I hate that sluggish eerie moon

That fashionable dampens my mood


You’ll forever be a piece of art

As the constant silent bellows

Forming new hollows… in my heart


Poet of the Light © 2018



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