shiver

you call me shivering
for i hear the tremors.
the rattling of your knuckles.
your moonlit town
will talk
but you see things
that give you life.
what did you see?
that makes you vibrate so.
was it the sight of the winds
blowing the water from the dim lake.
was it the smell of the the leaves
falling to the sky from their restraints.
do not be afraid.
the signs will come to nothing.
the will come to nothing.

-Pamplemousse