We name this thing together,shall we(me and you(readers)

It's freezing in this clime-
of forlorness.Chilling,Chilling,
chilling with the sensation of-
loneliness in the trodden ways-
of love,I walk barefoot onwards-
to nowhere in the icy maze where-
the wild instinct wilt heed my moan
of love.


Out of the clear blue sky,with the-
heart of gold,a lion or the paramount one-
emerges to me from afar of my naked-
eyes with the sparkling gold that lights everything-
up without a blink of an eye.


Groans no more,ailments no more,grief no more,
that's the beast my soul crave for in the shell of-
poignancy.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

Need titles for your poetry. A title tempt readers to your poem or story. A lot of strong visions and thoughts create by the poem. Sometime beast see the limitation of life and death. A excellent poem.
Coyote

[Dayran]

One sees lions when one needs the support of someone for something that is very gentle. It tells you, it doesn't matter what it looks like but it is right. A nice write!