Dear Love.

Dear Love.

Dear Love,
Why so far away?
It’s awfully lonely here,
With winter tundras and piercing winds,
With silent nights and orange glows.
This ice chills me to my bones,
But this distance stills my marrow.
Days and days meld continuously,
And endless nights bleed my rainbows into black.
Perhaps I shall meet you tomorrow,
Whenever that may be.
Tomorrow, today,
An endless moment away?

______________________

Wistful thoughts.