a torrent in the eyes to start
fading frames 'twixt here and there
a kiss can still ignite the heart
and render warmth on frozen air
these seasons just don't know their place
it keeps us at the wheel
we're stretching out to warmer space
in which to finally feel
something caught between winter and spring
a touch one fears to make
who knows just what some trust can bring
were we a simple chance to take
amid these tired phases here
pendulums of flesh and bone
can't cling to what is dear
eternal, distant, walk alone
but i can tell you, it is true
the warmth is drawing near
bleeding sun is come of blue
the confluence is here
if torrents move the lives we lead
as seasons mired in flux
at precipice one comes to need
a higher state of trust
can't help the words or euphemisms
they e'er mean something more
beyond the dross and pessimism
chaining dreamers to the floor
these times are neither here, nor there
no season formed in which to love
the chest not full, nor fully bare
it's not the state one e'er dreams of
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