Longing

Photo courtesy of Sharena Williams Photography

The swirls and patterns caress the sky, beauty from beyond the horizon.  A horizon to which my one true love has fled.  And so, far into the northern lands, I await her return, bound to this sunless sky.  Will she accept this monster that I am?  Will she allow the heart which is bound to the beast to embrace her in its cold dark state?  Will she take the chance that she may hold the answer to its thawing?  Willing or no, the thawing has begun, and whether she be willing or not, I cannot find it within me to feed.  And thus I waste, awaiting that which may not come.  Without her, I would rather succumb to the everlasting slumber, rather than live in the shadows of that which I desire.