The Poetry of Josh

blood


The cold wind in my hair,
A day I would not forget.
The stars seemed close at reach
But your presence was drifting away

My fingers grew numb in the chill,
A moment that lasted forever
I imagined that things never changed
That I had been steadfast in my words
But I brave that icy day once again
Determined to change the course I made
I felt the blood run through my veins
Reminding me of my own breathe

Written by Josh Kienzle

In Oslo, Norway on October 5, 2003