who are you now
in far away land

how can it be that
here we stand

I will melt
you will solidify me
I'll end up putty
in your hands in no
time
at all

and how redundant
those marks
art on art
it hammers in desperation
and despair

you more woman
than I can fathom
your perfect eyes
near hard to bear

I will accept my fate
and all those things
that are at stake
the saddened seeds
used to make
a life slightly better than dying

I will be a notch in stone

you will be my coldest winter