Cold Letter

?There were fireflies like genies with lamps And the wind that played harps For the forest's slow dance. Did we ever return without new songs? There were battles to vanquish sleep We yearned the fields of mystery our sickles to reap Who would soon forget the kiss of heaven That nightly turns owls into joyous bards and maestro the raven? Home held cascades for inner refreshing Old books and mother's hymns unending Father always ready, stories of war to tell by the furnace Karn and Evangeline with science obsessed. Here I am before the mirror, half myself reflecting My soul has eloped offshore with my peace I must seek it and what was so enchanting That I pay dearly with broken hearts and brooks of tears. I must seek it wherever the stars will lead With my cruel captain to be the tempestuous wind With grief do not our hanging castles destroy For I will return to be your little boy. Cry. My tears from my end a confluence with yours will make. Lie. I will from my end in my dreams you to warmly embrace. Sing. Duet will belive coals to keep the cold away. String the waves into sleep while I sail. Smile and be like the lighthouse guiding me home. Pray I return not myself a shadow Vile will be the days you do not say a prayer And I a ready meal become to the great sea monster.