what dreams your heart does wander still
that lusts the lines that weaken frost
as a written long and languid bill
slowly turning the key at whatever cost
what thoughts that flow may grease the mind
and drift the eyes on seasons far
what hopes a wind that petals dance
who’s wish through candles is a fiery lance
what love stands a penance of solitude
when mountains fall at others feet
this game we play rests a longing free
quiet and pensive the thrill of this heartbeat