4: 4:  Winters Warmth

Excerpt 4 from Journal 4:  'Tears of Ash'
  -From 'Journals To My True Love, Part 1'

In this cold winter air is the promise
  of warmer days...

In the midst of those who can never
  know me is the promise of one
  who will...

In the stinging barbs of the words
  which cut and tear my flesh is
  the hope of one who will
  soothe it...

In my pained dreams filled with
  imbalance is the hope
  of balance...

In this lack of stability and solidity
  in my daily life is the desire for
  firm ground on which
  to stand...

In this seat of existential agony is
  the desire for all questions to
  be answered...

In these formless thoughts which
  cannot hold and grasp anything
  are visions of you so clear
  and concise...

In these hopeless tears of grief which
  fall hard and empty does there exist
  a soft caress which fills me
  with you...