I will fill them with my tears
when breath steals up into the sky
like ghosts escaping frozen nights
I will warm the spirit here
with blood like lava from my heart
to give her fire for her way
to cascade down in rays of dream
with fingers soft to touch your neck
the warmth that is
but isn't there
and trying to hold you
just the same
when the rivers sent
have turned too cold
before they flow
to meet you there
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