Cold Day

The Senses

Hear,
The dry cold wind blows,
The leaves, dry, rasp as they flurry into dance
As if a spirit moved amongst

See,
Twilight falls as if to dampen the mood
As the last fleeting rays of daylight elude
The bustle of life fades,
As if to amplify the solitude

Feel,
The touch of bittersweet sorrow
A heart with a wound feels hollow
As night marks the passing of day,
On my knees, with clasping hands I pray
Rid this pain and give me hope for tomorrow

Smell,
Sadness so subtle that permeates the air
Why does my heart, this pain bear?
Wish it all away
Wish it'd never stay
It persists stubbornly, in your face it stares
Wishes, are just vanity because no matter what.. it is still there

Ken Chin (1987- )
2nd June 2006