A shiver,

A shiver,

Brief,

But uncontrollable.

More than a wash,

A ripple,

A raging tide,

That surges through me.

A liquefying touch,

Cleansing the soul.

Re-assembling

The broken pieces.

Smoothing away

The jagged edges.

Filling the empty spaces

Before they grow,

And gaps appear.

A shiver,

Cold and deadly.

Freezing the blood,

Turning to ice,

Slowing the heart.

Dousing the flow

Of life,

In its struggle

To hold its nerve.

And move, from cell,

To cell.

Who can tell

How it can be so?

When one thing

Can be another,

Without changing.

It behoves me

To determine

The meaning

I give it.

To deliver

The cue

To my understanding.

And beware,

The prick

Of fear,

As it reminds me

That love and life,

So hard to win

May be,

Too easily lost

Unless,

I continue

To pay

Very close attention.