Walk on divided curtains. See the sun's unrest. I have long awaited you, with the fable to treat. There are shadows, departing. Light, that settles in. I want to hold hope in long arms, cradle the forests in their descending leaves. The light of day sleeps not with its frozen blanket in the soundest soundlessness. Winter curves shoulders apart from the rain that reminds faces of the pain, to the curl of eyes behind layers of shame. I want to hold you, the crown that is set down upon the aching throne. Hold a future, bare the past in unkind stories. Walk around, come around with fires naked in hands.