Cold wind blows through me.
Falling leaves surround
me, haphazard on the ground.
Grey light.
Greyer life.
Greyest night?
Infinitely.
Autumn’s warmth and leaves on fire,
red sky at night
fuels no desire
save that I feel I might
be loved once more
but not tonight.
Winter Dark rests in my soul,
tonight, in blessed solitude
I maintain control.
That pain
I felt won’t come,
again.
That love once felt, so warm, so hot,
will wrest me from this urgent hell
and give once more
cause to breathe
that beauty that is the life
I lead.
© Dave Luis – 2006
