The Cold (3 "Cold" Poems, #2)

I will dance

in the light of the sun,

to the songs of the clouds and the wind.

I will wonder

in the heat of the moment,

if the cold is soon to come again.

I will experience

the shift of the ground beneath me,

as the songs are silenced and the world gets dark.

His ears will find me,

his arms will bind me,

his hands will feel me,

his soul will keel me.

I will collapse in his presence,

and I will awake not remembering

how I got here, and how so lifeless I've become.

-LJ

poem written 22 October 2017

poem posted to blog 3 November 2017