wpadmin – Page 169

Seeping like a stain
Across the fabric of time.
I am the darkness.

Silently soaring
The caresses of the wind
sweeping though my mind.

The warmth of a hearth
While rain clatters off the roof
Sets the mind at ease.

The last light of day
Paints the leafless canopy
With an auburn glow.

My every attempt
To fill this chasm within
Succeeds, but briefly.

The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future.

Howling in a rage.
Screaming, I vent my anger,
Then fall silent, spent.

A vortex of blue
flame howling in the furnace
as I gather glass.

The sun has risen
and shone its warmth on my face
for the final time.

I wish it was when
cold winter days were naught
but a memory.