Centres: creeping ice

As if I were my own prison, Vivian- g,

As if I conjured you in my own dream,

Beginning to seem,

The enchantment shadows against ice

Seem to be slipping

Into a dream, and is there no awakening

Where did your phantom go, I can’t see

You in spells

I see beauty slipping away from me,

I try see thru nets of illusion, cast hope thru

I really need you

See me, and free me, returning to solitude