By Employee of the Fukin Month. Silent waters glisten beneath the full moons rays, Gathering pulls of silver, black and blue bind together all ablaze. By Employee of the Fukin Month. Rays of light filter down through the tree branches, Leaving pools of warmth scattered in patches.

January 8, 2012 by torquethis. Days have turned to night,. And nights jerked to day;. Black has changed to white,. Water stings like shot,. Vicious wind bites through,. Senses dulled from hurt,. Far before the rain;. Standing tall and still,. Looking up; eyes closed;. Drown the haunting thoughts,. Fresh, and still exposed. Tears burn paths of warmth;. Daring faith to stand;.

Between us, a phone call,. A little time, a little distance. Between us, two summers,. A monsoon, a winter. Between us, an ocean,. Between us, my painful love. Hanging from the sides of roofs. Who never saw snow,. In the wonder of my eyes. In the lands sans snow. Me, in the expanse of snow. You take my dreams to the mountains for a trek. Let them soar, I think. Let them touch the clouds.