sarcasmo

Well, guess I've been lurking long enough... the literature forum gets my first post!

A Cold Wind

A cold wind chills my heart
as overhead, the moon hides:
masking its torpid light
behind thick black clouds
which close in on my soul.

I walk alone on a path
from an uncertain past
to a future torn by the hands of fate.
Yet still I walk forward,
The thought of you as the master of my action.

And when I fall on my worn legs,
my callous hands shielding my weathered face
I can feel the hurt of your watching eyes
And feel the warmth of your comforting arms
And will myself to walk again.

I never walk alone
with you in my thoughts --
Images of shared passion,
the fountainhead of my love,
which flows endlessly from my battered heart
to the sanctuary of your craving lips.