Each whisper in a fading wind brings the stars closer, closes the scars that were never there. Wade to me in puddles from imagined tears. Winter never warmed you, as it disillusioned us. Long arms carry you through storied storms, as I close the pages with the grasp for a life, curving in the rivers. You are drawn in elegance, with beauty to your fear, among your years sadness had its pull. I can believe love will tighten its rope, bind this link, forever with all beating hearts that missed their mark.