Truth was a breath
of cold November air
Escaping from her soft lips
Truth was warm
a breath of purpose
A spoken word
Tasting sweet nuance
A fresh, crisp blow
of season's new flair
Something so subtle
yet undoubtedly alive.

A candlelit rage
Dances in Shadow and Light
Flickering our flame.

As pebbles are thrown
into the lonesome pond
laughter splashes out
And smiles run and glide
with ripples of liveliness.

this blanket doesn't
keep you warm
so you close your eyes
and beg for
more and more life.

now your world is cold
because when
you were up high
you stared at the sun
when others jumped
and killed the light.

now it feels like
you lost your mind.

I'm just a shadow
An unfamiliar name with a strong desire
to learn everything about your existence

Even great, big, tall trees lose their leaves during winter.
Some lose a bit more,
But spring will come.

Spring will come...