Poem

[spearcarrier]

Open my eyes to the rising sun
And I shall stand upon my home
I shall watch the light fade
Until dusk where my future is waiting.
The frost shimmers with outside beauty,
but frozen cold like the longing in my heart.
Close my eyes, dear love, and whisper
But I cannot hear you aside from that.
The glittering stars are ice and time,
singing... calling... hoping...
Beurealis.