In from the cold
Go Home I was told,
done with a vocal cool,
tone, I walked away
               the total fool.

The command
was not from
                       up above,
not in peace with
an olive branch and dove.

There was voice...
in the frosty air
  words hung dispassionate
                               there,
right in front of my face.

I walked swiftly, pull my collar
up against the chill at my back.

Opening the door
I took to the stairs,
in spirited haste,
                   bounding up,
Eager...
my fierce intentions
were on my face,
I was keen to leave the
mean spirited world behind ME.

Hungry for you,
every room I looked in,
was empty, but
there were signs,
every where  that
kept me searching for YOU.

You had been here,
the fiery trail was
plain to see, still
warm
to the touch. Moving ME.

Then it... went lukewarm
and then was gone
with it too my
                        ... *ardent love