Rattling like a cage in the wind, who's bars have been gently loosened. Waiting silently, calmly, painfully.
You are only too aware that loneliness is like a blanket of ice cold wind in the night. Some just a little colder than others.
How that misery howls in its cage ever fighting and yet never free. Alas maybe there is hope still to come.
Searching eyes and wondering minds. Whispered touches and false promises. Tried and true you fight again and again. Wondering if a warm embrace of gentle fire will ever be known, or if ashes of once burning fires will turn your own to stone.
Can heat and fire be remembered as time meanders by? Can the sun reignite what was once lost? Perhaps.... but it takes many a day of sun to thaw what winter has come and done.
But patience is often a kind Mistress with persistence not far behind you see. Slowly but surely those flames can begin to burn again. A steady feeding of nurturing, care, and sometimes being a little tight with the reins can indeed bring that stone to ash, that ash to flame, that flame to fire, and alas that fire to a burning blaze. Someday, that lost bit of soul will come home, and your fire will blaze brightly once more.
Somones Soulmate
