Sunday, January 24, 2010

A gust, a breath

Life's abandoning draft

Hollow corridors

Stony

Drained

Freezing

Hearts pumping, pause

Dwell in fear

Desolate souls afraid

Frigid

Deadened

Silent

A whispering wind

Warns of decease

Void eyes cavernous ears

Discern

Perceive

So heed

Friday, January 1, 2010

you say come all ye weary, and when I can't walk to you on my own, you run and you find me. how do you love me?