Gliding with Ghosts fkunone: Across the frozen lake, I slide
With you almost in my arms,
My cold breath curling silhouettes of you
My hands about you warm
The branches dangle icicles
Teasing me to look down
But I refuse as the stars alight
The moon glistening in almost your eyes
I turn, you turn
The breeze against my ears
Like your gaze upon my heart
Refreshing and deafening
I rush, rush to the tide
Of the ebbing waves of my soul
And slide down to my knees
I'm only gliding with ghosts
