the cold outside

these ideas,
these few
etchings
of words,
call them what you will,
are stars shining.
blips
of light
unimaginable distances
away, somehow
now here. how they flirt
with
your mind, your tired
soul. find
room to be told,
give you
enough juice to go on.
these ideas.
embers, warm and burning,
keeping
the cold
outside.