This cold and its bite are welcomed companions.
I do not crave the warmth in the way most do.
I run in a calescent state of mind
That waivers slightly to any one side.
This crispness that surrounds me now
Gives way to the drawing in of its unhurried approach.
Passion that drives most never lets off the reigns.
It burns within driving me at a breakneck pace.
It kindles the blaze that ravages all visceral possibilities.
Flames are hard to control.
No, I prefer the frost that is building up inside of me now.
How long have I prayed for it to envelope me?
How long I prayed for the ability to simply allow it to take hold?
I shall not shun it now.
Rather I lay here, condemning that heat.
Trying to find a middle ground that does not exist for me.
Fighting back this unrelenting flicker
That needs just the slightest bit of breath to overrun this respite.
Will these embers start to render away at this frost I now hold.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem