Recede
Back to the moments
We kept gathering,
While footprints were watching
From behind.
While a wilderness grows
Between our fingers,
A droplet of our idle blood
Raises a thorn,
Brandishes a sadness.
Reveal these tears,
Swallow the mournful wails.
Waltz past the portraits
Of idler faces,
Holding hands with a song.
Manifest love
Into living flesh.
Behold frozen death
Among every flake of snow,
Melting with the ash.
