You were.
You were the sun.
You were the pale moon.
You were the nebulous skies.
You were the large, hidden forests.
You were the perilous, unbound seas.
You were the large, hailing pandemonium.
You were the warm, dangerous, crackling fires.
You were the distant winter upon a loft near the lake.
You were the heat that rushed through my terrible flesh.
You were the cold present through the frozen snow.
You were the sad rain upon the garden below.
You were the dispensation of last spring.
You were the ruling law on land.
You were the due on my lips.
You were our sad kiss.
You were the burn.
You were here.
You were.