A shiver

     A thought shouts across my mind, trickling down
into my memories. Ah how I hoped the long poems
would cause all that is making my shiver, cease.

      La to hope such has made me cold. To think that
I could surpass it all, no.

       Leaning back into my golden chair I recall
something that prompts a smile. All over me warmth
replaces icy interiors.

        Softly I lean my head back in search of a memory.
Gently closing my eyes I hear a reminder of cotton,
denim echoing their fallings.

         Saying all that I must but leaving so much
alone. Still all that stands how can anyone read the
sights?

        Slowly the distance is there. A sigh causes a
stir and a word holds tightly against me. Yet still I
am silent. Understanding only what is given.

        Time tells the truth. Absorbing all I know.
Suspending the string only to be beckoned of a tug.

          Will you be the one to come forth?