In the Loom of Clouds
a pillar of strength i am not
an emptiness consumes me
like these trees in their starkness
in this harsh winter breath
my thoughts stifled by the winds
that sweep past the pools of tears
that lie frozen like beads of glass
in the depths of somber eyes
my lips sipping coffee
trying to regain warmth
from the kiss of death's lips
and this bitter air that surrounds them
my arms reaching beyond shadows
like trees reaching for the sun
trying to find warmth of arms
to comfort me... falling short
within the loom of clouds
as they gather around me
my soul feels as lifeless
as all that is around me
in the wake of winter's glum
silently searching for something
to lift me back up off this ground
to make me dance, like autumn's leaves
in the warmth of winded breaths
my heart shattered -crumbles within
awaiting the pulse of night to come
to carry it on the wings of dreams
where happiness is in existence
and absence is often less felt
Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2019
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