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Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Winter Frost

The winter wind chills the air, but nothing like your stare chills my heart
Where once there was warmth, now there is just a void of regret
Ice cold fingers wrap around my heart like a noose around a nape
Flakes of bitterness land on my lashes, turning to tears
Resolutions of the past haunt my dreams  
The echo of my sorrow wakes me from the night
As the rhythm of a heart now wounded becomes melody of my day
The mystic illusion of my affection is surrounded by a barrier of grief 
Yet in the naked misery of anguish I find a cavern of hope
That while the brokeness may linger and wholeness may allude 
I'm overwhelmed with hunger for the fullness I find in you

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