A night in miniature,
I carry in a space mysterious,
of this woebegone heart,
from where I access it at will
to dream about our days
spent together in bliss
and feel closer to you
till the moment I wake up dejected
and be doleful  the next moment,
as I'll never meet you again.

One last winter walk—
Little clouds falling all round,
Snowfields between us.

Tears by the ocean—
Eyes burn, with the turning skies,
Waves crash on the sands.

Well, you see, not everyone has that as an option.
Not everyone can go as they please.
Some people have ties, obligations; they're unreleased.

Two chattering crows,
Spells drone cast in hazel tree,
  .  .  .  Trined necromancers.

Feeling, heaven sent,
Fragrance in a wild flower,
  .  .  .  Emotions of light.

We ran from the lights,
Stole away back to waters,
  .  .  .  Moonlit skinny dip.