Lately I’ve been distanced,
Drawn out between other-world disturbance
Caught up in storm of an in-between mind,
Blasted by some ghost’s perturbance
It’s getting colder, both within and without,
I find myself slip-streaming away…
But my love, how you hold me still!
This greatest dream we play!
There’s just somethin’ about your speckled stars…
Keeping me warm in thickest ice
Somethin’ about your coolest dark…
That suits the cold rather nice
I love you without regret,
And can say you are surely the one
These stranger skies we’re caught between;
When all is said and the dreams are done….
(Whereso else shall love so run?)