I didn't know you were fond of cold
On the frozen air to fly so far:
Yet through the snow a love untold
You soared through time & brought.
My star of aeons or,
(when I once was bold)
My youthful nebulae: I dreamed.
But mine was yours, so shared the orb
Of aspirance on far journeys set.
To the north! Or nothing,
I stayed behind; I sat in adolescence,
Scourge, that sentenced me to days
Of pain unwieldly and morose.
Ghasts gathered in my barn brain
And made me do such foolish things.
Spiderwebbing time reached and touched my cheek
But it was your hand. I was ill with delirium
Too weak to even for a stellar rem'dy seek.
Fate was a bypass bridge
For you to escape my somber rhythms.
For that, a hearty congratulations!
And a strobing wave goodbye
Across the sad piers,
Over the hills that weep.
My sadness was most happy
As I aged and truth sank in.
But how, still here to mend,
Do you say hello on a winter morn
Where stacks the gentle snow forlorn?
@d-pend@d-pend.