The Flame Within

I walked tonight, just the short distance between two places, neither one of much importance.

I could have been on the moor, or in Pennsylvania wandering a cornfield, post-harvest.

This isn’t Kansas - This isn’t Oz.

Through a crack in the sky shone the clear, dark, icy night of space.

The total absence of warmth - The total absence of light from without.

The wind unrelenting on my face.

No warm soft kisses, no strong arms, no hearth and home with love and comfort.

Alone outside on a night like this will doubtless bring tears to the eyes.

Blame them on the cold of the night.

Survive on the flame within.