This poem actually has three different themes to it. Sorry it is so vague, it seems like that is the only way I can organize my thoughts.
Inspiration retires with the black and white
In the cold and frostless dark.
Of the wind in the screens and afflictive dreams
A tale is torn apart.
Stars will appear, indifferent but near,
With their rogues spinning freely down.
Shadows rewind with the passage of time
As the moon curves its path through the sky.
The seeping freeze claws an entrance within,
Pricking privacy’s comfort apart.
A sigh steals the silence and takes it to heaven
The chair frees its company and cools.
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