ruby mica
I feel thy distance like a knell;
For without thee, I am the moon without mine sea.
And without thee,
This damned world sentences me to hell.
Yet when I greet thee,
Mine shivers quenched, my spirit lifted;
And still, to high Heaven mine heart would have been gifted.
To remove mine grasp from thee, there ought to be a fee.
Our hands, I noticed, met and mingled as we strolled the street.
In that puddle, like two children our feet pitter-patter.
Walking with thee calmed my mind in its ruthless scatter,
If only this moment in life was on repeat
Alas, thou presence must be renewed at thine abode-
Mine heart shattered, Myself broken and alone.
Thy presence cannot be matched solely by thy voice on the phone.
Leaving once again, myself stranded at the church on the corner of that crossroad.
umbral vault
fringe valve
unborn bronze
potent token
neat spruce