Huddled against velour night
The chill of the air dimming
Spirits tethered against flight
Tears in your eyes swimming
Shadows long and ominious
Darken your noon day heart
Evening sorrow bottomless
Will the new day ever start?
Nadir met with resignation
A pit too deep to scale
Joy lost in contemplation
Time passes like a snail
As you blink a nightmare trance
The shadows lose their depth
Gray iridescent fingers dance
Light retrieves what darkness kept
The quicksilver of the early morn
Bright glowing winter sight
Refuels the fire hopes adorn
With the spirit of the light
© 2008 snakeskingrin
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