Cold
The IMS ambulance stands by the shore
as the table top wind sends its Antarctic breath to us
across the Indian Ocean while
we are wrapped up like parcels protected from the
temperature of the night,
an army lost in the dark
awaiting the gathering day
holding hope in our aging hearts
that the sun will come again .
We are lucky enough to have hope
unlike those somewhere out there
forever entombed and cold
May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 8:58 PM UTC
Cold
The IMS ambulance stands by the shore
as the table top wind sends its Antarctic breath to us
across the Indian Ocean while
we are wrapped up like parcels protected from the
temperature of the night,
an army lost in the dark
awaiting the gathering day
holding hope in our aging hearts
that the sun will come again .
We are lucky enough to have hope
unlike those somewhere out there
forever entombed and cold
