Feeling the brisk cold,
Playing with thoughts and feelings
Of a warm light.
Lost,
Souls become.
As light fades to dark,
A brief moment’s cost.
Dark fades to light.
With an amber glow
from a faint ember.
Darkness near,
Broken by distant light.
Light near,
Broken by distant darkness.
A soul glows,
ember’s memory.
I wrote this a few weeks ago along with snapping the above photo a night after the recent series of shootings. I figured I’d put it up after some thought and a revision. After all, I do have a spot to file my writing on this blog.
