Colder
and raining
The wind blows it
through the pores of my skin
I sigh the last of my warmth
as vapor in the fall

Something is there,
in the dark behind closed doors
and shut eyes
Its waiting as I am,
for what?

A fox bleeds in the snow,
leaking to be warm again
An owl lives through the night

I've been dreaming so long
of being a person
I just want to wake up