Tuesday, November 4, 2014

The Window of the Soul

picture credit: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Flying-Through-The-Light-332878556

There’s a cold wind blowing
through the cracks of the windows,
under doors their fingers reach out,
curl themselves around your ankles
and travel through your bones
‘til their chill has settled in your soul.

Even though your eyes can see the light
of the moon hanging, forlorn in the sky,
its rays offer no comfort, its silver beauty deficient
and you turn away from the window
where relief cannot be found.


  1. relief can not be found in an outward source of light or heat...
    but inward....

  2. Okay - bring on the rum! It's gonna be cold here.

  3. it creeps in at the onset of the night ..and looses its hold as the day begins with bright sunlight....

  4. Emptiness is the hardest path to travel, barren is the sky and bleak the moon.

  5. I'll have to ponder that one for a little longer.

  6. an amazing write...so dark is the road to sadness. i've walked it many a day.

    the picture is hauntingly inspiring.

  7. for one moment she opens the sash
    and the fervent glow
    that so many miss
    drowns her in its flow...
    ...But then few understand the Moon :)

  8. Poe would find a common tide in your work!