The night air’s cold hand
reaches down and pulls my breath
in shards from my chest.
Drops of falling rain,
Waiting, outstretched tongue.
Desperately seeking my
The past is a guide;
A companion who leads you
Into the future
I go to freeze on dark tides
I wake before three.
for another’s riches
Crimson clouds hang low.
The day’s embers glow softly,
burning down to dusk.
Waves, softly lapping
Dappled light wanders.
Across the lush, verdant grass
Tiny rivulets Reveal traces of pink skin Down her dirty cheeks
The cold winter breeze Whispers empty promises Of the coming spring
Fighting wakefulness I can get a week’s sleep in Just five more minutes
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