Sparse Warmth

Gleaming eyes briskly dimmed,
to an unknown shadow,
all was hidden.

                               "Come back!", 

                             he howled into the distance,
                                      where no ears are open, 
                                      no soul present.

Indefinite warmth befit to such a mind,

desolate with not one soul to share with,
torpid soul, morose heart, vapid mind,
unknowingly languished hidden beneath.

Blank eyes of an abyss,

he slept for years,

years and years and years,

for nothing but warmth to heal him whole.

Author's Note

Please excuse my errors, I've had a long day. No idea if it makes sense right now. Goodnight, Canada!

Reviews

[rnuff]

i really enjoyed this write, deep and wonderful.