I Am Cold

My veins are ice my breath is dry

While winter burns my soul

And here I stand: an island lone

I’m so much less than whole

The sea of voices flow around

To barely glance my shores

My bluff-faced walls have kept me safe

But now I wish for more

An island lone enshroud in dark

Is torn to shreds by breeze

And shore’s pale comfort doesn’t last

When waves erode with ease

The rising tide heralds the sun

While I wait for a graze

Of some warm skin upon my sand

Or sun’s all burning blaze

And there! A sailor, here at last!

He must have seen my fire

His coming now has rescued me:

A lone and starved vampire


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Solitary

I am a solitary man. Alone, trapped, with only my thoughts to keep me company.
I am a wandering soul. Traveling, tearing at roots, floating untethered.
I am the silent one. Voice boxed in my voice box. Its dark prison is my mouth and my teeth are the bars.
I graze by lives, never connecting. Lightly alighting upon many never resting, never staying.
Like a dandelion seed blown in a dry land, I wander aimless.
I want to know more than gentle passings.
I want to experience more than a light touch.
Don't we all?
We are all floating like blind fairies in a gale.
Fate's wind throws us where it will.
We brush by each other and crash into one another.
Stay.
I want you to stay.
Right here by my side.
For a minute, for an hour, for a day.
Just tell me where you are.
Show me who you are.
And I will come there and grasp you.
And maybe short roots will form.
Me to you, you to me.
And others could come.
Her to you.
Him to me.
And we could form a chain.
Not a net or web; thin and easily broken.
But a chain of lives connected, connecting.
Supporting, binding.
A chain of lives growing around the globe and filling it with hope.
I will hope.
Maybe one day we will do more than brush mutely by.

- F.L.