Robert A. Heinlein Quote
The depths of winter longing are ice within my heartThe shards of broken covenants lie sharp against my soulThe wraiths of long-lost ecstasy still keep us two apartThe amen winds of bitterness sill keen from turn to pole.The scares are twisted tendons, the stumps of struck-off limbs,The aching pit of hunger and throb of unset bone,My sanded burning eyeballs, as might within them dims,Add nothin to the torment of lying here alone...The shimmering flames of fever trace out your blessed face My broken eardrums echo yet your voice inside my headI do not fear the darkness that comes to me apaceI only dread the loss of you thy comes when I am dead.
Robert A. Heinlein
The depths of winter longing are ice within my heartThe shards of broken covenants lie sharp against my soulThe wraiths of long-lost ecstasy still keep us two apartThe amen winds of bitterness sill keen from turn to pole.The scares are twisted tendons, the stumps of struck-off limbs,The aching pit of hunger and throb of unset bone,My sanded burning eyeballs, as might within them dims,Add nothin to the torment of lying here alone...The shimmering flames of fever trace out your blessed face My broken eardrums echo yet your voice inside my headI do not fear the darkness that comes to me apaceI only dread the loss of you thy comes when I am dead.