With each step further
The cold creeps up my spine
Behind the bushy clouds
The sun hides behind.
I want to be apart of you
If you’ll let me inside
I want us to be one
Rolling, soundless tide.
I wade further into you
The freeze gripping my chest
With the cold pain
I hold my breath.
Suddenly there is warmth
And I know you have let me in
My muscles relax
I feel my body sinking… sinking.
Mercedes Moore 