A Cold Wind
 

Well, guess I've been lurking long enough... the literature forum gets my first post!

A Cold Wind

A cold wind chills my heart
as overhead, the moon hides:
masking its torpid light
behind thick black clouds
which close in on my soul.

I walk alone on a path
from an uncertain past
to a future torn by the hands of fate.
Yet still I walk forward,
The thought of you as the master of my action.

And when I fall on my worn legs,
my callous hands shielding my weathered face
I can feel the hurt of your watching eyes
And feel the warmth of your comforting arms
And will myself to walk again.

I never walk alone
with you in my thoughts --
Images of shared passion,
the fountainhead of my love,
which flows endlessly from my battered heart
to the sanctuary of your craving lips.

Pretty good. Nice variety of vocab, extremely descriptive.

I could actually feel those words. Great job.

Very nice work. What a wonderful way to burst onto the scene!
Thank you for a sample of your work. I hope there is more to come. :)

I agree, very good. Please post more, thanks