as the cold december moon
descends into her mountain tomb
and dies another morning death
her light enshrined within my breath

i will remember her

within this fragile moment
and her glorious midnight shine
for she exists as borrowed light
just as my life is borrowed time

the omnipotence of distance
between two beating hearts
caged by ribs of inhibition
silences his hope

but the sun rises in beech forests
giving his warm heart space
to beat freely with the morning
and soothes his silent ache

like the shining daybreak moon
calls from the depths beyond
her light beckons him
urging him to sing his truest song
so he ascends
rising to greet her
and bows before her angelic feet
his melody now complete
and together they commence
the dance of ages

brooding oceans stir
awaken with the wind —
as the azure of her vastness
moves from dendritic depths
her river tendrils reach, embrace
and unite with his mountaintops

calling him from windblown caves
she shrouds him in shining snows
a blanket of her love —
and as she speaks his quiet name
with grace and peaceful tones
life floods his empty lungs

and bathing him with mountain rain
she pulls him from the in-between
her salted tears, a lifeforce
that warms his hardened veins —
opening his eyes anew
with the pureness of her name