So late

I yearn for a shade
within a crystaline wish,
through a shattered pathway
flaking memories in a puzzle of joy
and frost left in the wake of a reverie

atonement in the bleeding winds of change
and blooming flowers through the fields of time
where enteties would bond and break,
and clear voices, spoke the truth we fathomed,
housing the clean smell of happiness
and the echoing songs of yesterday

I collect myself
a mess of reflections
burdening sigh at the timelapse
sweet melodies dispurse in the breezes
guiding patterns in the falling snow


I miss you