HEAT

There are places I cannot travel,

I live in eternal gloom

Though I see the Sun

And some may find It in me

I am the shadow.

The forever dusk

That never opens to the Sun

Never feels Its caress…

Not even taste Its warmth,

I die.

The Sunrise does not find me.

In darkness I remain

And You,

who could be my comfort,

You do not see me there.