The Night
sparkles somewhere....far
lit only by
the tail of some falling star.
and under it
Two hearts expend,
all that they thought....
they thought their hearts could send.
and between them
The oaken child
who stares up at the sky
wishing to be wild.
and in his hand
a pen tightly held.
a caligraphical cage
another passion quelled
And Above Them All
     Snow.............. Slowly..... begins..... to.... fall.

Return. Light, not blinding
Dispel my fear, my terror
of
loneliness (in hiding)
I. I. I.
Taste, nothing but ashes.
The hard fought flame called:
Us.
But as all fires die out
And all hope. All trust.
We must forgive (or at least forget)
We must return to dust.