Feel the crisp cold against your cheek,
While the light of day burns overhead,
Warming the same spot,
it is a tug of war,
Between the sun and atmosphere,
Warm and cold both wanting to pull you near.
Tag: poem
Alignment
The sun,
the moon,
the stars align
And I feel alive,
I am filled with joy in knowing,
We are together in this infinite universe,
Even when we are apart,
We are still one
Burn On
Come new day, come,
Find me bathed in light anew,
I am the same as yesterday,
but something new
Burns within this flame,
I am in a position,
To seek and hope to find,
With a firm wind at my back,
To fan the flame,
So I may burn,
And burn on
Unchanged
It all falls apart,
The wounds we thought we healed tear
Open
Again,
Habits unchanged,
Characters the same,
We are dancing around in the dark,
Pretending it’s a new day,
But everything is as it once
was
Again
Stubborn
Much like me you are,
Defiant in the face of
the impossible.
Brightest Orb
All day stars are out;
Making the others seem nil
Is this brightest orb.
She of Letters 