|The Embers of October
Author: Leuke PM
A poem I wrote on the last day of October. Please don't hate me if it sucks.Rated: Fiction K - English - Poetry/Spiritual - Words: 129 - Published: 11-14-06 - Status: Complete - id: 2276571
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The sun is setting now,
The cold a bare whisper against my skin.
It slits through my veins, desperate and hungry.
At winter's edge my soul cries for you.
In the embers of October, I reach for you.
If I don't want You, then I need You.
And if I need You, it's because I want light.
At winter's edge my soul cries for warmth
In You I've found something new, grace, love, mercy
Little words with indescribable meanings.
Words that bring motion to my depth.
At winter's edge my soul shines in the darkness
All my light is reflection,
All my growth is your possession.
Your word brought motion to my depth
At winter's edge there is no winter at all.