Aching for Winter

Aching for winter
I feel for her
I try for my last
Athen's stretch
I need it now
Because I know
In the darkest past
I lost it all
Aching for arms around
The whole of me
So much to be
More than a sketch
That will come to life
And close my eyes
And fly with me
When it's time to choose

Death or the evermore
Everlasting, tide uprising
Grand amour
All seasons moored
It's in our hands
What do we do?

Early morning rendezvous
Frost all around
Flowers break
The only sound
Clearest sky blue frames her breath
I dare not show
That I know
And can see
That she aches for nothing more
What winter tore
It all from her...
Tore her from me?
Leaving her unsettled for
All and more
Yet wanting less
When she could choose

Death or the evermore
Everlasting, tide uprising
Grand amour
All seasons moored
It's in our hands
What do we do?

I pull her close to me
Aching to be
Something that
She needs
In some ways I understand
I was there before
I was swallowed and
Slept the winter away
Now I have my own demands
This is all, this is mine
This is now

This beautiful strife
Aching for winter, oh!
I feel for her
Because I know
We both can still choose

Death or the evermore
Everlasting, tide uprising
Grand amour
All seasons moored
It's in our hands
What do we do?