Your Hearth

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Edit 1.5 (An edit made without others' suggestions):

Cold winds do blow o'er these golden hills,
through the trees so verdant yet dull.
The flames of my heart are quenched by the breeze,
by this shiver of loneliness.

Still I feel
the warmth of your hearth.

Thick mists of sleet blind the wide-eyed soul
from the roads unsullied by doubt.
The honeyed skies turn grey and black
as the sun is eclipsed by the clouds.

Still I see
the light of your hearth.

The birds cease singing their songs of joy
and the rustlings of leaves depart.
Ravenous death tempts the sullen mind
with a song of restful charm.

Still I follow
the calls of your hearth.

And I know that one day I'll discover you,
I'll find rest by the flames of your hearth.
By love's industry or by fortune alone,
I shall stumble upon your hearth.

Til' then, I'll walk this lonely road
like an old dog to his end.
This winter spell shall batter my soul
and freeze my heart into glass.

Still I'll reach for
the home of your heart.

Original:

Cold winds do blow o'er these golden hills,
through the trees so verdant yet dull.
The flames of my heart are quenched by the breeze,
by this shiver of loneliness.

Still I feel
the warmth of your hearth.

Thick mists of sleet blind the wide-eyed soul
from the roads unsullied by doubt.
The honeyed skies turn grey and black
as the sun is eclipsed by the clouds.

Still I see
the light of your hearth.

The birds cease singing their songs of joy
and the rustlings of leaves depart.
Ravenous death tempts the sullen mind
with a song of restful charm.

Still I follow
the calls of your hearth.

And I know that one day
I will find you,
I'll find rest by the flames of your hearth.
By love's diligence
or by fortune alone,
I shall stumble upon your hearth.

Til' then, I'll walk this lonely road
like an old dog to his end.
This winter spell shall batter my soul
and freeze my heart into glass.

Still I'll come
to the home of your heart.

Almost pastoral in nature. "Still" is one of my favorite words of multiple meaning. That being said, my liking it is being put to the test here. If this is a "song"….then please, go for it. If not, then please, stop using it. The poem is not long enough to sustain the over usage. "Hearth / heart" is also a good play on words, and the ending is a valiant effort to save it, but again, there's not enough "meat" here to hang the hat of hearth as your "go to" image. I enjoyed the language (e.g. "heart into glass" or "the sullen mind") but I need something else beside a trick word/image to get me through.

Thanks for the post. Nice effort.