Linger

A pale blue moonlight

On this frigid winter’s night

And only a slight reflection from my hand

Clutching the blade just as you used to

And in front of me is my only source of light

Other than the full old cold blue moon

It’s a burning desire for peace and a reminder to relax once in a while

Now, won’t you call out like you used to?

So I can find you through this haze and frozen rage filled storm

And when I finally meet you, it’s much less that I need you

So cast an outreached hand from down below

Through the winter’s thick cold

Up to an altitude of supreme control

Then with the other hand clutch your bleating heart

Think about yesterday, ponder upon tomorrow

Then, perhaps you may start to forget the voices in the wind

The cold whispers upon the wisps from a time of death and deception

Turn away, exhale, blink