Post by amelie on Sept 29, 2004 11:53:34 GMT -5
Winter is coming.
All the fond optimism
Of prattling Spring
Is now bleak asperity,
And I prefer it that way.
I can say, ‘I told you so’
To the wind as it breaks
Its heart on my window,
Howling in hopeless plea
For another chance.
Or the rain that writhes
And slews in agony,
To drown in pools
Of failure in a hiss
And sob of despair.
Sometimes, for a brash
Moment, I understand
And see it all, and
I know why I’m alive,
And death has no pull.
I can wander in the
Silence of solitude,
Rocked in a dark shell,
Where regret is no more
Than whisperings.
Soon, they too will pass.
Soon, the season will
Bring peace in
Cloak and shroud
Of darkness and cold.
Until then, I will keep
The light at my back,
Always in silhouette,
Or walk in the rain,
Or at night.
I will survive.
