THAT COLD NIGHT


They said the night is absence of light
And cold the absence of heat
As eerie as these absences make them look
Solace is the theme when these two collide
On that cold night I sat down
Listening to my pulse drop down
My heart beats like a shamed widow
Accused of murdering her provider

Eyes to the skies and the clouds are racing past
making the moon a prisoner in their selfish quest
A lurch in the heart wondering where they go
Oh!  I hope my precious sun is not in trouble
Are the snows the clouds forms of sweat
showing they too are in the hustle
How great are their hustle that the snow spots the lands and fills
An insane hyperhydrosis I'll say
The tall trees with sigmoid shadows
Houses with the torso like silhouette
makes good artistry of the snow
That the Monalisa's painting would envy till penury

As the moon broke out of the cloud's prison.
The endless road brightens up
snapping out of it's darkness demise
There again goes my pulse
beckoning on my impulse
To allow it's frigid feeling let way for the radiant thoughts of my heart.
On that cold night, thoughts of love turned it sunny day for me
Alas I've been drawn out from the depths of non heat.

© *Emirahzy*

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