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[dragonfell]

convoluted

the texture of emotional uproar.
so you're half way around the world,
how am i supposed to know
if you're smiling?

i'm here.
by some stained glass,
worn by time, weathered by watching through,
the minds eye, the looking glass.
where are you?

something about this strikes me,
distant and cold,
callous and unfeeling,
untouchable, perfect, desired,
mine?

wasn't it a promise we made long ago?
to be true, no matter the distance,
where has my life gone without you?
no where, but would it be anywhere,
even if you were here?

so you faded into dust,
along the wind somewhere in time.
i look back and recall the hopes

the fears
the anguish
the heartache
the seperation from you
the seperation from myself
and the failure
that looms
forever

perhaps i'm just not ment to be,
but maybe instead, you arn't.
or maybe its just a question of we,
and who we are
and what togeather means
and all the things we're not.

why do i ramble on
about things that trouble me not?
i miss my dearest
traveling the world
ah
but home soon!

-

Dragonfell Angel - Upon the wind is my love, strong and true, making its way along the currents all the way to you, my love, Svartalf.