Taken.
Taken away and taken aback.
Still,
my heart yearns for tenderness,
warmth,
valor,
Strength,
Yet within my light burns strong,
and with a fiery passion unsurpassed by winter’s blanket.
I go within, and without,
Revisiting my hoard.
I am partially numb,
and ravenous of heart,
Feeling both cloistered and naked in a single breath.
Exposed by my own unexpected awakening.
Captivated by an unforeseen arrival.
Ah, this cold.
Confusion and convolution’s mistress.
She breathes on me, and within my bones,
Whispering her evilities, and seducing my thoughts.
She knows our time is brief.
Silver moments until winter’s crest.
Then away she will ride.
And i will return.
Nelson Campbell
Hell of a piece of work…You are wonderfully well-rounded – a creative spirit through and through! I enjoyed stopping in. Cheers!