December 15, 2008
Current theme: Quiet Chill
Coldness on the skin
Hair bristles from the shiver
The heat extinguished
Quiet calm of night
The silence overpowers
Old sluggish senses
Ice crystals forming
Of one lone breath in the air
Slowly exhaling
Frozen cloud rises
Blurring the yellow streetlamp
Translucent light folds
Waivers and darkens
The light fades into the night
Like a wisp of thought
Step by silent step
Except for the muted sound
Of snow under boots
Barren old streets
Struggle through the long cold night
And yet we wander
Procession of souls
Lost, desolate, forgotten
Ever-watching, guarding
Keepers of Winter
Spirits of the frozen earth
Walking through the Quiet
Coldness on the skin
Hair bristles from the shiver
The heat extinguished
Quiet calm of night
The silence overpowers
Old sluggish senses
Ice crystals forming
Of one lone breath in the air
Slowly exhaling
Frozen cloud rises
Blurring the yellow streetlamp
Translucent light folds
Waivers and darkens
The light fades into the night
Like a wisp of thought
Step by silent step
Except for the muted sound
Of snow under boots
Barren old streets
Struggle through the long cold night
And yet we wander
Procession of souls
Lost, desolate, forgotten
Ever-watching, guarding
Keepers of Winter
Spirits of the frozen earth
Walking through the Quiet
posted by Ink and Stone | 9:41 AM
6 Comments:
Don't fear the reaper ...
A Blue Oyster Cult Classic ...
This needs more cowbell!
HAHAHAHAHA!
I've got a fever... for more cowbell.
Sounds like you need a trip to somewhere warm. It was 81 degrees this week (blowing raspberries). Happy New Year.
Procession of souls...
Powerful.
Procession of souls...
Powerful.
@ Irene -
81 degrees!?! You're evil... evil I say!
@ Tsannie -
Thanks for the comment!
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