far beyond the window pane, far beyond these lights, mortality remains the same, not least on sacred nights, purify what came before, i linger at your lips, like tones that promise something more, in shadow bleed the script, leather drums bring us to knee, in circles we are one, here beneath the ancient tree, all dross is now undone, a winter storm is coming nigh, a timeless, quartered state, i found my verse between your thighs, and all that which elates, static, shallow, shuttered days, come help me fix this frame, invigorate the tired ways, perspective stays the same, with candles and our wordless grace, our longing feeds the storm, soon we shall transcend this place, ideas come to form, the winds they tear away at still, the cold it hurts the bones, our love shall e'er abate the chill, of winter nights alone, the hollow scraping at the pane, horizon ours for us to fill, we determine what remains, through choice and fervent will...
