You, Dear, Fate

hear me crying to you, dear
the cold air brings my song
it pokes and bites – you fear
we may take you before long

air like smoke upon your hands
clench your scarf in fright
you think someone understands?
then walk out into the night

allow that I may surround
fill your ears and eyes
the verge of the profound
magnifies the lies

that’s not heaven you see
dear, that is simply void
a canvas for perspective
which was assumed destroyed

but nothing is made before
you’ll be forced to create
what will be in store
is up to you – dear, fate

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