COLD

a tale of a reddened destiny
sorrow scattered all within
and two sparrows who may not meet
no tree nor branch unites

they were not meant to be
within every warmth of being
lay a forbidding of truth
today a nay a nor and a never

moments aplenty, joyful smiles
a year of love was not a moment in reality
hushed dawns tonight a charred moon
and grayer tears that flood existence

sinful were the eyes that saw
hope in corriander leaves that left
and Foxes who did not have holes
a simpler wakening that never was

redemption can only be cold
death's mighty embrace
and peace within stone sanctum's folds
the way your arms could never be
Cold becomes warmth, like warmth deserted me.