#9: The Outer View - by Robert Walker

Beneath a mountain of tedium,  

In a dull ugly system,  

In an empty ocean of shadows,  

Is a silhouette of pure fire heat  

Drifting in the dark.  

All I wanted was the wind;  

The wind murmured with anticipation,  

The grass turned to icy grey,  

A fine mist fell,  

And with the mist came my sorrow  

Cooling my body  

With her thousand kisses,  

Leaving me there.  

I am surrounded by ice crystals  

floating down through silence  

into soft glowing snow.  

The only sound is the pulse of my breathing.  

As the sun sleeps,  

how many hearts are dreaming,  

when the world stands still.  

.....  

Episode: https://robertwalker.blog/pod9