Twin clouds
Sweet purity
Dancing twix winds of will
Among flits and flutters of hearts
Snowy

ι άνεμοι πλένουν τον καθαρό αέρα της θάλασσας.
Ο ήλιος πλένει φωτεινή γλυκιά ζεστασιά.
Πλένεις όμορφα τραγούδια αγάπης.
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The wind washes the fresh sea air.
The sun washes warm radiant rays.
You wash beautiful love songs.

Stone set—
rigid and cold and held in it's grip
but I thank it's hardheadedness for supporting me now.
Snow blistered—
stained and splayed by sanguinous touch
but I still smell the fresh falls and frigid boughs.
Breath panged—
quick and shallow with chill lingering on lip
but it's just stuck in her lungs, and like limb will, too, sever.
Teeth grit—
lockjaw keeping wound fresh in the clutch
but I savor her movements, her words, now more than ever.

There exists no such kindness
To quite ever match the sea-
To bound bout the land
Threading stories and heart

Life and it's kingdoms
Wax and wane at her hand
A blink in her eye before apogee
What will we sing back when we depart?

Sing not anger in your last stand
Sing not of woes nor of sorrow
Sing sweetly back to the somber lady
Sing of the ways she adorned us in art

And know that together we will be
With her always - something grand.

Winding of calling shores, cresting waves crash amore.
Odes of wind, evoke my song, the sweet dark sea
May sing along, while bow and string cry out true-
My fluttering form dies every last time
I dare avert my eyes. Your form, pale yet divine.
Moon and stars, dance and shine, all the sky still pales.
Through all their beauty: I am captured by you.

Fall tree, more beautiful undraped-
Barren form, just as you were shaped.
Frost bites, tearing green - you escaped.
What you've become can only grow.

As you die, you'll be at your crest.
For every year you spent in wrest
You may go to your roots, appressed.
Shreik once last so the wind may blow.

The ground will creak and wind will howl
as your roots are shucked among growl.
Year and year towards the sun you prowl.
Icarus, in the shade you sow.

Too late for us both to ask aid,
too late to tell you why I stayed.
Too soon, for me, to find new shade.
I'll lie with you; as one we'll go.