Distant lover,
Cast your mournful spell across the evening's cold
On this road I glide, past shuttered homes
The glare of street lights play across the shadows
I feel your embrace, though miles away you lie,
Cross the unforgiving silence
Pine branches, like a tapestry
Above this road that goes nowhere
Across the vault of haunted sky that shines its stars through the branches
Piercing me in desolation as I gaze upward
The scent of pine and smoke, embracing me in my solitude
Like your memory,
Guiding me back through the amethyst night.
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