November 15, 2008

Luna bursts through the bog,
A cool night’s kiss secreting–
The heights of fathomless trust.
Although out of reach,
In the continuous cycle of life
She is always in view.

***

The thrill of trills
Chill the Spine,
As the frigid breeze Burns–
Skin becomes a rigid furnace,
An inferno of livid
Brimming cold.

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