Glaciales Nuit

Pat Arnold
Upon this frigid winter's night,

my words hang in the air,

I called to you, for you to come,

you were no longer there.

Each plaintive sound, which I could see,

before my very eyes,

hung in the air, then shattered there,

a million shards of ice.

Oh, for the warmth of your sweet soul,

I hungered in despair,

I called to you, for you to come,

you were no longer there.

Published by Pat Arnold

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  • Shirley Mandel9/4/2009

    There is nothing not to like about this melancoly poem. It sounds very musical. Beautiful.

  • Sondra C8/27/2009

    beautiful and sad - I have memories of the same - well written.

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