dangerously close and safely away
she leaves my love and opts to stay
what of hope so near it runs
reaching for seeking for longing for nay

she tosses she turns a quiet rest
far away the nearing quest
(and somewhere lovers kiss and hug)
but laughing tears I die in jest

yesterday hides and I shall ignore
how quickly slips its awkward horrors
as present rushes in future did save
loving for dying for wanting for so

her ashes they shed an autumn's sleep
laugh I will but tears I weep
and angel ought I but fool must win
the victor lost the unlikely meet

she shocks they awe intake her scene
beauty so near beauty they dream
the they in I the them in me
seeking for longing for reaching for flee