Path to You

I cannot stay here any longer.

The snow is calling.

     Walk with me my tender avalanche.

Stale and sick... I need a trail

A forest thick

To reach you.

     There be angels in the distance.

     This I know...

But in time

I will teach you

Upon arrival.

The reasons

For our survival.

     Your tender tears - perfume of Truth...

     of Love...

And with an eye towards the clouds

I will speak to the sky.

Then trek forth

Until I find your rain...

     Of wonders abound, we know pain

     But still we live, my dove...

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