As my soul calms for another day
Refreshing a new juncture
While the sun rises from the icy hills
I continue to study
Controlling a mental afterthought
Why is she following so distantly?
As her appearance comes to mind
Thoughts long ago
Trying to study under unlimitless lights
With manuscripts in hand
Strolling downstairs
As icicles beat against the icy glass
Awaken by the reverberation
As my vocals slumber to sleep
Laughter throughout the hours
Of darkness
I seated before adjourning
Meeting citizens for the first time
Which I never been
From a journey in which
I someday will return