Barren Ground

	Abate chill wind across my desolate heart,     
	It's possible ferility left ice bound.         
	In it's place blossoms melencholy dark,                             
	My consciousness for love frozen underground.
	
	Ah, pretentious orb of life sustaining vigor,
	You taunt me with glimpses of your radiance.
	Others relish malicously in your adore,
	While my heart crystalizes in your absence.
	
	An occasional ember warms the dispair,
	Melting some of my soul trying to gain access,
	But the chill wind blows leaving my heart bare 
	Remaining only a garden of bleakness.
	
	In the dark of the night I hear the wind moan,
	It's cold caress bekons to me all alone.
			        

October 1992

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