She Walked Between

Who walked between my winters
And left a warm impression there
Who walked between these islands
Reminding me of bridges fair

Who scaled the walls so frozen
Who added life to all the bare
And plain facades I'd chosen
To mask me from a luring stare
Of eyes that keep their secrets
While calling one to care

Who left before the winter
Could freeze her anywhere.

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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Sunfall

The birds have flown to Florida

And we begin our quick ferment

The days are falling faster dead

The cresting light is nearly spent

The failing sun long rests his head

So looking westward we still wait

Not trusting he will rise again

We’re in the waxing night of fate

The veil of darkness hides our plans

But thinly from nocturnal eyes

In pitch we’re strewed forgetting light

In love with bright but rotting lies

And when the winter meets its height

We frozen in a death unseen

Horizon’s edge of glowing sun

Will bleed out warmth on the obscene

And there will burn on all and one

A blaze to light the dark afar

But most with eyes fast shut will fear

The dawn so bright it leaves a scar

And sad it is in all this sphere

There will be just a remnant few

Who overjoyed will stand at spring;

Most will long for winter new

So they will crawl far from the ring

Of sun that burns their frostbite faint

Preferring just the dark of space;

They hide enamored with their taint

Yet those who stood in warmth of grace

Will find they’ve grown new leaves and roots

And not lament the night’s demise

When tasting winter’s ripened fruits

(The birds flew down to Florida

But will to reborn trees restore

Ferment is foiled in the rise

Of spring that comes forevermore.)