Dearest,
Ready again to write, why are you so silent?
Are you weary from calling or
Stacking up slumber?
Why so distant?
are you tracking a journey or
contemplating a quest?
Do i treasure ideas driving You
to envy, thus biting back your thoughts?
You are a dark fire to me, changing my soul to ashes, yet holding my mind in night.
i wished to return sooner but my wounds resisted. Take evidence of the scars
my friends have highlighted and my neighbors poured over.
Please personify and draw nigh,
I bow my head and await your breath.