At times you are distant, I am beyond your reach
A fallow field is my heart and my garden
And it is a winter’s longing you teach.
How I love your gentle touch. Your kiss stirs us,
The woods hum with longing for themselves
You are the man of many lovers
One of many mistresses I am, unfolded
In a string of billions of years, I wither
In a blink of your own demise.
After you burn up and fade
Light the universe with a pale candle
To rest the soul of earth in a frosty memory.
For whatever lives forever.