Chasing light

Cold stalks the night.

The wind rends mournful cries from skeletal trees.

The moon peeks through their tangled embrace.

My breath leaves my body in ghostly vapor.

The stars, cold white diamonds, stretch overhead.

My eyes chase their light, faint whispers of dawn.

Would that the light could set things right.

The front door mocks my back, warm and welcoming.

Only empty awaits, ashes from the fires of hubris.

Heart of ice, forever cold, forever damned.

Eyes lifted to the cold light, hoping for dawn to break.

Cold stalks the night.

© The Autobiography of Mr. Perfect, 2013

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