Cold

Cold
Cold in the air
Cold  wind brushes
My skin and hair
Attacks my feet
And feelings

Swirling in eddies
Thawed frosting
Jagged Chips
Of cold war icing
Crusting my heartlessness.

Even tears coagulate
Cannot be
Cried.

Inside the rib cage
Drip dried
Blood
Accumulates.
Caution
Dry ice.

Blindly beats inside
Thump thump
Another lump
Of adversity
Heavily weighs
The heart

If only
This coldness
This warring freeze out
Of all feeling
Would stop inside
If only
Love would light
A fire
A lovely warmth
and
Golden mists
Permeate.

Well being
Would be
Like honey spread
On crisp toasted
Bread.

Resurrect. ..
In  spirit.
Compassionate
In intent.
No hatred
Indifference effete
No ennui or apathy
Hopeful
Naiveté.

Only  put a shine on
My day Lord
And  I will
I think
Brush and polish it 
To perfection

My  face
Gleaming
0n your lotus feet.

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