You have left me,
My love,
With naught but words of scorn,
As your every step
Draws you further from me.

How far will you go,
Before you realize
Your tears have been falling?
Before you feel
The ache of this abandonment?

But I know you,
And I know
You chase perfection as a shooting star.
It lives but a moment
And burns into your heart;
And you dream more than I can give.

Now we are separated
By towering mountain ranges
That shimmer bright
From a hundred seasons of snow.
But even then
The lilies there are never silent;
They whisper in the winter night.

I still see your prints
Not yet buried under new snow.
You have gone
So very far away.
Though my heart
Never ceases its call,
I cannot you through the storm
Anymore.