distant by stand and solitude

[sweetwater]

Like flowers on a hillside
In locks leading Lane
Beside frozen waters

Where time begins
as remembrances
Untold in the telling future

The edge of an ending
Exquisite and delightful
Touch up on your skin

Searching abreast the moon
Beneath The feathers of morning
Awakened into night

Like the darkness of tired eyes
Piercing into sky
Long into the firelight and frost
Of longing lament

As if separated by the insight
Of song