Frostfire

Cold fire wafts through the ajar window
Streaming down your frame
Surrounding and touching a hanging pain
Spinning wildly like the flame
Hovering like a soul
The spirit of the universe stole
This essence true
Except when you are here
That is when I pursue
So far from the ideal
We all idol appeal
Yet once there
It is so true
And with you
There is no remorse
Yelling still stay
I’m sorry
‘Till the throats’ hoarse
So what’s new
Only the deepening and heights
With the same hurt pleasure
Selfish thrown dice
Made once
Sold twice
Fleeting feelings price
And oh so true
Yeah I miss you.

Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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