In union
expectations are high
Mine were so high for you
and I still want
a kind of perfection
in imperfectness

Now after so many years
I long for the melting
of your ice walls
Such a long tunnel ---
But hey,
bring on the torches.

Let the waters start to drip
and run
Let my slake my thirst
for what is not
Let me be a vessel
for those sacred waters
to fill me up
Let my desert
be plunged
into an ocean
of endless
glory
What we always wanted, no?
Now I must face my journey
on this tundra
an icy desert,
at home with you,
yet alone