Poetry
Select verse from an upcoming book of poetry by Ted Onulak.
It is the Cool of the Evening
It is the cool of the evening
That walks upon my skin
With cold unsmiling feet
Reminding me
Of the absence of love
In ungainly solitude
Awaiting echoes
That fail to return
It is the cool of the evening
That swallows my breath
Leaves me with
An icy kiss
Yet
My embers are not smothered
Nor will they die
As long as I can dream of you
I consume myself
For I will blaze against the darkness
Or refuse to burn at all
It is the cool of the evening
I am naked
In the midpoint of its passing
Love too far passed
Too far distant
Its meaning warmed within
Sleeping
In the cool of the evening