Dark is the ground below,
The whole earth seems to hold its breath
As I exhale a vaporous cloud into the night.
I do not know why I keep this vigil,
I do not follow the ancient ways,
I do not wait for a new star to appear.
I hold my breath, trying to remember a time when I felt warm.
The ground is damp,
Hoarish grass crunches beneath my feet.
In the still air I feel my face go numb.
Why do I stand here waiting?
I feel that something is coming,
Just beyond my sight.
I am so dulled by the cold
That I cannot perceive its nature.
I look once more to the stars
Their light cold and far above me.
I look to the frozen ground beneath my feet,
It is barren and waiting.
I watch my breath float out into the night
And feel I am a part of it.
The dawn to come, the future unknown,
I dwell in twilight.
A Crossley 2010