Ice Sculpting

Glances are forgotten luxuries
Reviled emptiness embraces space
I embrace pillows soft enough to harm
Responsibility clogs the days
But in night, your presence tarries

Miles are paved with words
That stretch far enough to intertwine
Holding promised smiles in their arms
Loathing the constancy of time
Our emotion pushes days onward

So airwaves and sounds will suffice
While aching is hidden in hooded stances
Confiding solace tangible in the dimming stars
Weight felt in the snow-covered branches
Fingered solace freezes memory like ice

You are etched into my soul

~DaLe 1.31.09