Frigid Poem by Ray Springer

My dreams have thus been but a memory
A sensory experience that can only be combated by the jolts to each electron
Whitty and careful cautious yet frisky
Lovely yet thornful cries without a tear
Fear for a past to repeat sheer disreguard for fearful feet
Alone full of whispers shadows in the light
Distant on a path of enlightenment
Aware of dangers yet so full of fright
Unknown a status so common windy muscle in flight
Death sleeps close where angels are near
Moonlight comforts only the dark at heart