I remember the pain
Not in degree as much
Time with healing hands
Caressed my soul as such
An inner eye a wanton thought
The things we said
Now distant
Taut.
A stretching line
That feeds two points
The past the present
Time anoints
The cold wind on
A Winters day
The warming breeze
In Summers sway.
The distant echo
Within my dreams
The violent sky
In thunder screams
Wild and strong
Deep and aflame
A beautiful thing
In loves cruel game.