Reivax Camlost

From the Air

Darkness is a hunger-keening

for the light; where starkly seeming

of great sorrow, gently sounds

a mourning call to where abounds

love. In the heart, yet not inside;

love is in the leaves, and lost

amidst the silver stems there.

And it only enters when frost

forces us to draw it from the

air. 



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