Cold rain falls upon my face
This January day
Bringing with it a chill to give
My skin.
I am shivering now
Yet
My bones burn within.
Cold rain falls upon my face
This January day
Bringing with it a chill to give
My skin.
I am shivering now
Yet
My bones burn within.
The north wind always finds its way
Into my bones
Demanding me
Return
Home.
When you say
“Love all”
Do you believe this to be true in
Your bones and soul
Or
Are you merely echoing
Words?
Another morning.
Her blood seems to be fighting
With her skin.
Her bones are trying to sing
But
All her heart can hear
Is
Rain.
She will keep dancing
To the rhythm
Of the drops.
She will hold
Them as if a lover,
Welcoming them into her skin.
And she will dance again.
I
Will
Dance
Again.
This skin.
These bones
Hold memories
I cannot recall.
Every rise,
Every fall
Are contained
Within.
Every laugh,
Every cry
As the hours
Seemed so often to crawl by.
Every birth,
Every death.
Every hand I have held.
Every sunrise I have beheld.
They
Are alive
Inside me,
Pulsing through my veins.