A poem titled - The moonlights voice The cold night calls out your name. You listen to its cold but seductive voice. Howling wind that can be heard like tiny whispers that sends shivers down your spine. Moonlight begins to shine down on your skin illuminating it. Like a firefly your skin glows in the dark. All you can think about is what uncertainty that life brings as you glimpse at leaves blowing with the wind. As you inhale the cold bitter air you exhale and your breath temporily heats one's surroundings. Your eyes close for a moment you can now sense your surroundings and become one with the wind. With every cold wind brushing up against your pores you can only think of the warmer moments in life. Those moments only seem as distant as you want them to. One must take a moment to create a fire warm enough to last until the return of the morning sun. Remember you are only as strong as the fire you create to keep you warm.
