Pt 10 - Untitled Ramblings Poem by Jane Sparkes

Only when the coldness leaves the dull sun below the sky I remember the warmth and where I found myself.
On which way I didn't know but I saw the man stood as stone alone with a feral glow surrounding.
Where the tale unfolds, if indeed it started, or whether a warm haze surrounded a chilled reality for a while and lingered deliciously.
Perception can be a precocious guardian at times, at others the leader of a fool named idyll who was someone I knew once before basking in my shivery reality.
Follow the path onto further temptation with no fear and consequence of waking.
Lose a lonely mind onto a plane of higher expression and limitless exposure to descend into cryo-shock when jolted by fate back to everyday.
Thereon from the star fading into a dire and final nothing.