Dark stretched a canvas of quiet over the hills
Except the crickets chirping in random
Or unison? I can’t decide as I make my way
You think you’re the first?
To try holding back, hiding–
That your pain is too great
Your hurt, too overwhelming
I have seen...
I’ve failed, faltered, and fallen short
I’ve given in to tiredness, discouragement,
The lies that sounded so true
My love, my fair one–I long to be wrapped
In you like a winter’s coat that insulates
Against the wind and cold of earthly...
Not cold, not cutting, not fearsome
The bold and winsome wind
Drew me in like a conversation
With a friend where every word
Falls just so...
a wall is
a funny thing
angry, but cold
to the surface