As A Love Goes Cold

In the fog of wood

Our love lies lost.

At root of tree it

Dies in grass and moss.

A fire it was, with

Zeal to burn and roar.

Feel it long to be

What had been once more.

When life was a rose

In a beam of sun.

Vein and bone full of

Heat; all may be done.

All was a view from

The top of a hill.

A ship with a gust

Of wind in its sail.

Now it's gone off to

Hide, wait and stay put.

All we have left is

It's ash and it's soot.

You may hear it sigh,

Pray or sing its hymn

To save what is left;

It's red hue goes dim.

"If only you'd do all

The work," we both say.

How to live and to

love, this isn't the way.

To go save it now,

We just have to try.

We must take us back

to upon that high.

The air and fuel it's

In need of to live

Both of us, my dear,

Must be able to give.

It won't come to us,

Won't fall in our lap.

Go seek it we must,

so break out the map.

Let's go eye to eye,

Put your hand in mine.

Our love that lies lost

You and I will find.

The feel of your lips,

The heal of our kiss

At dawn we will trek

Into wood and to mist.