The distances
between us lie
like miles of cooling embers
that consume the heart
and weight it down
akin those sad days in December;
they bury you
within the cold
as you claw for valiant rescue
from such a soul
that will not come
but exist inside your mind
and resides within
the place that brought
the sense with which you bind
the dew from a rose,
the tool of retention
of that whose magic is stolen.
Regard the air
take worth of what's there
and wait-
freedom is golden.
