Getting chilly inside again,
Now sulphuric words dissolve my brain.
Cold creeps; September is walking dead.
Hung low; the blood moon above my head.
Memories form a darker mind-frame,
Stuck together with adhesive pain.
Eyes scan for hope but words are dead.
As I seek the food wise souls are fed.
So come Heart-Warmer; conquer and reign.
Vanquish all thoughts that aren’t well and sane.
Wrap around my heart; cradle my head.
Please come spend some time with me instead.
When you’re here, knit love around my brain.
So it can snuggle, feel comfort again.
Melt away concepts, I fear, I dread,
So every thought’s peacefully tucked in bed.
Help me sink within dreams and gain
A perspective to eliminate life’s strain.
Let your light dig-in and embed.
Stay forever Heart-Warmer,
Let our thoughts be wed.
By S. K. Jackson