[Neuromancer]

winter is harsh
and scars are
the sonnet
written
on our
soul

sing to me

dust erases
and the earth
encases
all hierarchies
of love

but
tonight
between both
dark and light

i sing to thee

[January24th]

sing for another
October yet to be
yet, not to me

my ears are dull
with howling wind
and cold air
knifes my heart
with every
breath

I may yet live
to hear your song
but first
I must survive
the wintry blast
the burning scar
the long fast

Spring may come
after all...