The Intermittent Flow

The wind
is so cold
as it pushes the shadows
to and fro
as if life’s struggles
is the toss and turn
of the howling rhythm
of words
that hold the secrets
that could make me cry

I don’t want to feel
its cold breath against my soul
I don’t want to feel
it pierce the uneven beats of my heart
I don’t want to feel
the intermittent flow
of darkness and sunlight
as the clouds draws patterns
of memories
against the blue sky
the face of someone
who loved me
the stranger
who holds me

Maybe a coat
made of untrusting fear could protect me
maybe then I would not have feel
how much I want you