I travel a frozen
tundra searching for
fulfillment in bright
fires that pale
the closer I get
I hear no language
that I would call
my own and move
on disheartened in
bleak grey light
wandering eyes and fading
faces follow me
as I go
searching for the
feel the taste the
spark hidden deep
inside someone?s piece of soul
Carnival of Words
Winter vista of distant hope.