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...
i hear your
song of sorrow
carried quiet
in the breeze
singing into
emptiness
gentle night
has fell