Fingertips,
Frigid glass,
Feeling numb,
Can't pull away.
Dazzling,
Let it in,
Open up,
Won't feel the burn.
Howling wind,
Racing heart,
Swirling white,
Hypnotized.
Step inside,
Swept within,
No one here
Closing in.
Can't look back,
Shivering,
Burning lungs,
Turning blue.
Reaching out,
No one here,
Crystallize,
Across my skin.
Falling down,
Tumbling,
Puffs of white,
Bursts of green.
Swirling white,
Feathery,
Flowers blown,
Fulfill your wish.
Breathing in,
Sweet dew,
Summer's grove,
Rest within.
Finally,
Close your eyes,
Peaceful sleep.
For us to lay.
From winter's cold,
Comes summer's heat.
Must first endure,
The painful white,
To make it to,
The gentle light.
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Writings to the Moon
PoetryMy readers are the witnesses to these jumbled thoughts that crash and collide in my head, that my fingers from the letters to words that work their way into sentences that become stories and tales for your brain to pull apart into sentences and word...
