The free air becons your calling
and your breath leads towards the sky.

With eyes closed clenched in a
vicious grasp of light and dark
burns images of us entwined
forever.
I reach for you then, and for a
brief of all brief seconds we
are one and I see us climbing higher
than any mountain.

The free air does becon your calling
but when I see the breath from you,
it leads back to me.


Penned by my hand on the 15th of Lanosian, in the year 124 MA.