The cold that takes me
the darkness that is me
the song of my life
my soul and its cry
the stars below me
the earth above me
this loneliness
and i
Things are moving
Slowly,
out of focus
On the Outside,
on the outside of the night
The cold that feeds me
The darkness that heals me
the broken stars reflect us
reflect the abandoned,
cold, the darkness, the song, the cry
The stars, the earth, the lonely, and I
Come to me, and I will face you
i dedicate this poem to you, Laurie Steffenhagen.
--cindy (3-9-00)
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