Poem for a Cold Afternoon

I've made myself into an island for you

Fashioning tides that sing, and a sun that heals.

With an evening that is infinite, no....wait, immeasurable.

I crafted hidden lagoons, rare shells, and creatures of astounding elegance.

I made the coast short

Because I've seen how your feet get burnt and tired walking on sand.

I felt like the last man on earth

And it wasn't at all that lonely,

except for the singing tides, healing sun, immeasurable evening,

hidden lagoons, rare shells, elegant creatures, and your coast that is short.

Why then are we waking to a winter that is young and cold, fierce and frigid?

What a tragedy it is when two people who love one another refuse to keep each other warm.