it feels like winter , and that cold air induces a certain feeling in me
to the brain, i dislike cold,
the low temperature hurts my skin,
the coughing hurts my stomach,
a trekk in the snow seems like a somewhat daunting journey,
one that, taken during summer and spring, was just so free and light
is now bundled , layered , heavy
trudging where i once was traipsing
but maybe all thats in the brain shall stay up there sometimes in japa silence
and the heart shall hold a monarchy in the body
this isn't a two party system all the time
the heart remembers a feeling....
brings on the sound of wind gusts and creeking old window pains
whistling sighs from shaky iron heaters and the nightly sound of snow trucks keeping roads clear
a craving for velvet and beaded lamps drenched in incense smoke flows through my core
looking out a window to snow covered street lamps
toasty on the inside , deep feelings coming to the surface like a red rose in bloom
warm sanctuaries with rich colors and tapestries draped on the walls
an energy that almost whispers all it's secrets right into your realm of knowledge
hash to make you feel fine as wine
and by my side there you were
it's hard to tell if i miss you or that feeling
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