The Writer

as the winter looms
a light on the horizon
hot summer nights, glooms

into the darkness I wonder
drifting away
floating along, into the thunder

it’s trembling cold
walking that beach
a place to grow old

on the sand dunes I’m gently running

as heat turns to frost
a shining snow crystal
a lifeline is tossed

into the water I slowly vanish
it’s destiny’s path
and I’m banished

too cold to talk
I’m thinking of fleeing
among the unforgiven I walk