she feels a cold gust of wind
sweep across her face
and she cries
not for sadness, not for pain
but for her foolishness
in that she is able to see
a source of heat
but feel it not on her skin
"cold, cold."
she cries
but no one hears her
everyone sees the heat
none understand
that above all
it's more than sight alone
so cold it is she retreats
back behind her wall
the cold still pierces
there is no heat there
but there is no false flame
and there is no wind
Entry @ 10:50 PM;
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
