Cold – Page 42 – Iron Haiku

low afternoon sun-
the play of shadow and light
against your bare skin
–
under the sheets-
between us
the midnight sun

open to the cold
exposed and vulnerable
naked and alone
–
new life-
tempted
by the light

my bed calls to me
impossible to ignore
but yet I still try
–
waxing moon-
gliding down
on silent wings

changing directions
deciding my journey starts
were the pavement ends
–
a cold wind-
stepping out
onto thin ice

alone with my thoughts
in the distance barren trees
fade into the mist
–
before sunrise-
my mug of tea
gently steaming

intently watching
as the castle in the sky
slowly drifts apart
–
drifting snow-
together leading
separate lives

in the overgrowth
well worn by the hands of time
forgotten tombstones
–
by the window
waiting, staring
at the falling snow

streaks of wispy clouds
paint dry brushed on the canvas
of the evening sky
–
shadows of trees-
crickets by
my open window

empty eyes soulless-
sliding down the razors edge
between life and death
–
soft rattles-
promises of release
in the tall grass

faces of the dead
constantly with me waiting
for my eyes to close
–
lost souls-
the silence
of the fen