So long through this cold part of the World
Barren wasting away deep down dimmed joy
For too long has tundra spanned the floor
No place of reception stars eyed decor
So much nothing inside mass weight of void
Transferred to cold desert and employed
Soft breath hung in arid silence behold
Majesty enduring travesty
I stepped down a presence reaffirmed more
No good in land with nothing restored
So much for a vision reaching a shore
Shortened tides breaking on rocks seized lore
Snow leaves canvas white picture what's in store
A time for grasping yet fingers sore
So much for blame when it lies within me
An exercise to exorcise hope
Darkness never allows light simply be
So long to this cold part of the World.
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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