Fidyca't

Distant Spring (1995) This shore is holding me I ought to kneel to life's demands but I will stay awhile, the icy winter dawn cold as our feelings as we turn away from everything we planned. But in this space I hang, warm in the memory I choose to wear till hurting heals, soft drops of summer rain among relentless stinging curtains of words I will not hear. We may not meet again. I cannot see the place from here where we together will stand, a far too distant spring where time has flowed and washed the pain away and trust returns again.