With fellowship unsheathed
I’d comb across her erratic plains
Through the roving whirlwinds
Of bothersome thought
The wrath of violent stirring
The scourge of quaint and timid nights

Into the fray of fever dreams
Laden with mystery and peril
With romance beaming, loyal and bright
I’d seize her adversaries
And coil them to silence

Through frantic memories
Knee high in grime
I’d wade without fear
Never wavering to exhaustion

All of this and more
For the warmth I never knew
Lingering near
Or awaiting in secret
Concealed by distance
As a mere, far-fetched illusion