In this journey
On days like this
It seems impossible
I ever felt cold
Or needed the warmth
Of another soul
Yet in winter’s depths
When oft the lone companion
Is my steamed breath
I ache for heat,
Even if its collapsed in a puddle
Of my own sweat.
Today I dream of icy crevaces
Within the glaciers of my mind
Or better yet a roaring wave
Washing the heat from my skin
Renewing my soul from within.
Yes, that is what I need, the swell.
The wave to hold me up,
Bear me forth,
And have me gasping for breath
Upon arrival on the hot sand.
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