Waking
Cold whisper brings the
shudder of the dawn
Sudden waking then
remembering the storm
Alone is always the
realization which casts a pall
But that first instance in
a harsh new day is a fall
The warmth now gone, the
form is a coffin
Without love’s soul it’s
the now of sufferin’
Grasping mind as emotions
push and fight to drown
Quick breaths to run but
as always, trapped is the clown
Am I hated by destiny or
is she my forging mate?
Always dwelling in the
depths of strength I wait
Where is love’s embrace
that I may surrender my fate?
Chilled thru’ is no reward
as time is a merciless traitor
I will not abate my values
for warmth bought
For I have to look in the
mirror and sleep with my thoughts
So onward searching for
the grail of love
Waking until then with a
shiver to the sounds of doves
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