Starvation of the Sky by Frozen Ice
When Rain is Trapped, and Nothing Lasts the Night::


This is the phase of love it seems
Where nothing lies but in between
And lips and face and hands it seems
Are all but shadows in my dreams
 
This is the time of noble waste
Where in between the pains and haste
Of words in piles that drift like snow
Cold, brittle, melting, blinded so
 
Standing alone, mid frozen lands
Of wasted time and shifting sands
The desert lies in view of sight
Only if one survives the night
 
A night of cold, of howls that scream
Of wolves that circle endlessly
With shattered hopes and scattered nerves
With time that shifts, where darkness curves
 
And all are left, in disarray
Until the sun arises, pained
To see the dead, rest shattered forms
Which love, destroyer, left forlorn.

-Kimberly N. Hunt
11-97
(c) 1997