Friday, January 29, 2010

Wintertime

The night is bitter cold.
The fire; as it radiates, embers dance after announcing their departure.
My loves slumber, unaware of the bleak, moonless sky.
For they will arise, and relinquish the day.

It cuts to the core,
This frigid atmosphere,
And the darkness courses my every thread.

Hopes of a resplendent tomorrow,
Is warming my every thought,
And all too soon, will it be gone.

Gone.

For yet another day,
This darkness will visit me again.

As I anticipate the promise of a time renewed,
Coercing the acceleration of the seasons,
I long for these moments to flee.

But for now, I must bear,
The heavy cold that weighs me down.
Crushing me.

My eyes are heavier now,
Heavier than before.
And slumber, I must,
If tomorrow is to come.

And in my own dark, cold world,
I see the sky turning pale.

Sleep for tonight.

For tomorrow, there will be light.