Steam akin from my breath only to disappear in the air
Vivid picturesque plays out on a translucent sheet
Haze and fog in collusion overlaying the landscape
Its been days since I’ve noticed another living creature
Dawn slips in from another moon’s drunken escapade
As often seen through bloodshot eyes draping mistakes
Restricting more my view in the distance in all directions
As a prismatic brush of imagination begins to paint
Where wildlings caresses trees, brushes and wispy hopes
I slog along on a blanketed ridge of old powered snow
That slopes to and fro, thru a small broken chasm open
Semblance of down castle rocks of a once inviting kingdom
Briskness teases frostbite at my exposed facial skin
Thunderous heartbeats sound out like an ominous song
Fooling my psyche now and then; that I’m not alone
I traverse among the hibernated and scantly sheltered
Who may never know of my presence until I’m gone
They may give chase on fragments of my frail trail
Or may think me a ghost scent leftover from days of old
But when you’re caught in a perpetual season- stalled
It becomes more comfortable than those hallows of hell
Where you were left broken by a lovers ultimate betrayal
At least here, known danger is expected to be everywhere
And your only friend is the one that leaves you alone
Idealistic prayers number as many as falling snowflakes
From a tattered faith whose frayed thread is getting thin
Yet- remains clear most of the time, if time still exist
How ironic to life, murder drifts overhead in silence
While I sit gazing outwardly of a cold picture pane
Droplets stream down a water glass and pool at its base
My presence has gone unnoticed in this unfamiliar space
Sight of her entrance in laughter sounds much like thunder
As the chatter of patrons between us solidify my reality
I’ll have to find a new hidden sanctuary place to trek
With fresh coffee and dreams of being somewhere else…again
Poet of the Light © 2019
Whispers of a poet's heart 