January's Fire

When winter’s chill besets its silent icy spell
over the day of longing
spent alone in constant snow upon the heart
there is no deeper thoughts of fire,
with the greater wish than a flame from another’s arms.

The drifts of emptiness freeze the soul
trapped in the January of life,
far from the months filled with unions,
a wilderness so cold because
no one else is there to share the quiet,
as the void creates a refrigerator
over every single moment spent,
aching so much from the lack of another,
it hurts to the bone
crippling in the frosty awareness
tomorrow is without a promise of spring
or a fireplace built to warm two.

Feeling that blizzard blow like an endless storm,
knowing it will never stop
until you finally rise and walk
out of that tundra live in your mental cave,
unto an outpost where others dwell
to sit and sip the ambience
of smiles that remind oneness
isn’t a blessing
because you feel like a snowman
always dreaming of infernos
for melting your misery.