Words come spoken,
Violently said,
Worship reverend,
And worry spread.
Cast a glance
Upon this page,
Softly whispered,
And loudly made,
A tremor lies,
In this broken bed,
Like fire writhing,
On sparkling heads.
I’ve casted shadows,
Slipped and fell,
Silence wreathes me,
And snow won’t tell
Of my footprints
Left in distant
Memory.