A cold pulse echoes through the cosmos
the slumbering light
seeks only deep shadows
My pulsing soul slows
as light flickers within
it is only a faint silhouette
of a passion- filled flame.
The heat is lost
swallowed by the vacuum
of winter rhythms
The dark season beckons me
to fall
into the abyss
as I go under
waves of surrender
ripple outward
into the endless
sea of my soul.
A pulsing dream liberates
light and death.
The Sun steals faith from the
moon,
and resurrects once more.
he tide of darkness recedes
and all obscurity shatters
on the horizon
as Earth spins pass a star.
Listen to Winter's pulse for
it is truth hunting it's prey,
you and I,
who journey so far
to become who we are.
Kori, 2010
the slumbering light
seeks only deep shadows
My pulsing soul slows
as light flickers within
it is only a faint silhouette
of a passion- filled flame.
The heat is lost
swallowed by the vacuum
of winter rhythms
The dark season beckons me
to fall
into the abyss
as I go under
waves of surrender
ripple outward
into the endless
sea of my soul.
A pulsing dream liberates
light and death.
The Sun steals faith from the
moon,
and resurrects once more.
he tide of darkness recedes
and all obscurity shatters
on the horizon
as Earth spins pass a star.
Listen to Winter's pulse for
it is truth hunting it's prey,
you and I,
who journey so far
to become who we are.
Kori, 2010
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