A poem...to my friends that have moved just out of reach.

The Ever present winds of west
Are breaking through my skin
The Ice, it weighs as heavy as
The sorrow for my kin
The ones that have been left behind
Are never out of reach
And those that eyes can not perceive
For you my heart still beats
The winter seems to never end
When those we love are gone
The circle is forgotten
And the fear will come on strong
But spring is soon upon us
Even as it seems no more
And the flower that you gave to me
Be returned to you thrice more

Daria
12/10/07