winter snuck in; thief-in-the-night like, when we were all sleeping.
Woke to the cold and blanketing grey,
clouds that hold fast,
time and countenance,
the morning flowing with hidden wishes, those dangerous dreams;
assassin deadly to our comfort.

as the wind, and the world one color,
seems to blow thru.
phantoms and mind , our holding reserve.

the day unfolds. The hours burn secretly, my hearts beat.
This hour unfolds me.
Your love burns secretly, distance and time who's grasp cannot hold our depth.
This moment unfolds, perhaps, as it should.
As I burn for those yet to come.