wrested away

foggy, frosty, dreamy morning
full of hard reality
decisions with no good reason
but it's what's best
before warm sun
cold, setting moon

to tell the truth
i just can't see

anything but
choices to be made
bills to be paid
passion left
and
responsibility accepted

luscious highland-like dawn
brimming with obligation
things to be done
with no path drawn
before trees bloom
leaf falls

to tell the truth
i just can't see

anything but
what's going
not coming back
not mine anymore
and
loss taken

chilled, mystical, frosted not-night
overwrought, overdone
feet not moving
it is what it is
before summer
winter endless

to tell the truth
i just can't

anything but
what i have
what i want

wresting away