Dear the dashes of 8,
The winter has begun with its snowflakes of tears
My hands fight for warmth
But the only warmth I want is from a dream
My hearts lulls with discontent like the distant chirping of birds who hurriedly run when my footsteps flush them away
My fingers fight to move through the numbness of winters death
Holding on by the dream of you
You may look at me as I've never existed
But my truth is that I found the darkness torturing you
It has devoured my soul
I will never know as what tortured you in the darkness but I do not fear it
I've been lost, frozen when others could never be
The howling of the wolf which never trembled me brushes past like a whisper
The star to the north always made me wonder
When I would be in your goddess presence again
My heart beats for you even if you see me as a hiccup to be hidden
But my love for you will be my demise
You are truly a woman of treasure
What you see in this world and the world beyond which makes you something more precious than gold and silver
My knees fall in front of thee for the respect I could never give
The gift you bestowed upon me that I could feel whole until your words fall upon me with a decision
But I know your eyes will turn beyond me like a fallen soldier as you must
Your eyes of the world see more than mine
I know in space and time you shall conquer all
I just wish you would reach your hand towards my cheek
So my heart becomes full until the day I fade away
To look upon me as the one who made it the dream I wanted
Sincerely, The Dashes Of 5