The wisps of mist bestows the kiss. A sweet embrace before abyss. Enveloped in gray, with lovely gifts. Upon the tide of wishes; Drift.
Seeming scenes, of things unseen: Through the waters that make us clean. A belief is spawned as we are weaned, From the bossom of truth, into obscene.
A time A find. Another mind. Touch to touch. The spirit winds. It climbs. Lifetimes. Another path to the sublime.
Though in the end. As thoughts transcend. And as we all begin to blend. Let's lend, and extend A hand to hold And another friend. Another feeling to portend. Distance gained from what descends
Or stay the course. Of no remorse. A being bought Without recourse. Another source To be endorsed Another cross To be enforced
A cost So lost To be as one within The Frost Of all the lines We've always crossed. Tossed.
Into the winds of what we've wanted. Into those thoughts that have always haunted. Into all the feelings that left us squandered We stride along. Still undaunted.
