Poems
Reaching
To reach...to touch...to hold
A longing has been restored
to my arctic heart
Crossing latitudes of desolation
Now I rest
Bequeathed with your pure blue assurance
that we will die
Not together
Living as separate entities
Constantly
Questing
With a malignant yearning
I've been infected
It burns completely
Brightly
Nightly
And talks in blue tones
Ensuring me restive reflections
of a different time
A painless place