I’m Cold

The ice stares back at me

As I look into my drink.

Too cold for today,

But I’m having it nonetheless,

Because it’s woken me up,

As the cold always has

with it sharpness and rudeness,

a shiver across my skin.

I look up.

There is no one here I know,

but people much warmer than me.

They must be thick skinned or something,

Or maybe it’s just me.

I look back into my drink,

The ice stares back at me.

smaller now,

shrinking,

Just like me,

Just like me.

 

Luminescence

Something I wrote for a stranger

Is it strange that I long to know you?

I am waiting for your reveal

where the lines that frame the shape of your face,

every curve and cut,

appear before my eyes.

Is it too odd that I sit and stare

for the first glimpse of what you look like

to travel in an envelope of light

which I will open up and save in a glass bottle of my mind?

I, for some curious reason have decided

that the picture of your face

is one that will leave my mind

flooding with luminescence.

The Night Is Like My Lover

The night is like my lover,

Dark and brooding at times,

But gentle and calm just the same.

The night is like my shelter,

Where I pile up all my worries,

Shelve them and pick at them with my fingers.

The night is like my lover,

Where I can rest my head

Against the ever growing dark,

The constant reminding silence

Of what might have been

Or of what should have been.

The night, is like my lover,

So close and yet so far,

Something that comes and goes

But always returns.

The night is like my lover.