There was a sense of familiarity in his voice, a distant reminder. With polite smiles, never genuine. Eyes as dark as the sky, on a moon illuminated night. A heart the same hue and as cold as crystal ice. Beauty encompassed every intricate feature. Delicate gestures; masculine appeal. Tongue of poison, his love a disease….

In brief moments of tranquility, your waters reflect skies stretched as tight as canvas; each image flooding entire oceans effortlessly. Eagles cry from mountain tops; distant and detached, their voices like calls in the wind, overtaking your air and open ears. Glacier air washes over your city- abrupt brash winds, as cold as vacant hearts…