Edges of the Wind (trying a form poem)

[raymond trevitt]

Hiding in the corners of the evening,
sheltered by the edges of the wind,
searching for that something to believe in,
searching for the will to live again.

In the coldest corners of November
when Autumn seeks her shelter in the ice,
then I'll find a reason to remember
the darkness of the shadows cast at night.

Whate'er the reason that you chose to give
up the empty beauty where you hide,
It was there I knew the reason that I lived
remembering the shadows cast inside.

But in the silence of the ending day
on faithless tides I watched you slip away.