Hint of Winter

[kryptonitemonkey]

Suddenly I find myself desolate in this place,
Barren in mind and hollow in husk,
Waiting for a glimpse of the golden sun
That graces it's warmth and light,
And peakes through the cloud strewn skies
Only but once in a time too dear to count.
And in this place of contempt, the glow
Resides in close in mind and all,
For it's very presence leaves me beaming,
As if a small sun into myself.
Ah, but the cold has no hold on one,
one such as I who have had, in his time,
but a glimpse of the glorious sun.