I once could touch
a fragment of a soul.
It sets the whole being afire.
There was awe and childlike wonder
for the passion of life.
There was calm and serenity
in the quest of unfulfilled destiny,
I once could reach
the essence of a mind.
It blazes with a spirit so strong.
But,
a wintry wind of change blew
and left in its wake
A chilled denizen of time unrecorded
a hardened shell of existence.
Cold...
I cannot no longer find a spark
to break the icebergs.
Glaciers are mountains...
I cannot thaw.
Wednesday, September 28, 2011
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