I will bid you goodnight.

I will bid you goodnight.

I love you Kora.

There will come a time

When the cold

Has worked its way

Into the bone

Numbing the sorry soul

Before it has chance to

Find its way home

And frozen the hands

Of the eternal

As they

Pass across the face

Leaving this moment

In constant repetition

A question

On the lips

An ache about to become

A searing jolt

Of recognition

As the full weight

Of loss is revealed

Would that moment pass

Before the damage

Is complete

Frost bitten souls

Make sorry companions

Chilblained hearts

Will never grow to love

As every ounce of

Energy is wasted

Keeping the blood warm

A climate of indifference

Gives cold comfort

To the grieving widow

The broken man

Hell bent on self-destruction

Before the clock strikes

Midnight

If the shoe fits

The witching hour

Will fast approach

There is no escape

The parting of the ways

Is written

As more than fate

Cast in doubt

By subtle undertones

Of disbelief

Even as bargaining begins

In reckless abandonment

Of a truthful search

There is a rage

Hidden within folds

Of darkness

Denial is a cage

With no escape

Unless you step

Beyond such narrow confines

Closed arguments

Travel in straight lines

Break new ground

Bathe in the warmth

Of the newly found

With a rainbow bridge

Cast in sunlight

It is a pathway

Feel its power

Spread through your chest

It is time to rearrange

Time for change.