In the fa(r)ce
Of immesureable pain
Certain things become
Appearant.
You cannot regain a lost cause
If the cause does not want
To be regained.
No matter how much you may
Wish it.
You may spend all of your tyme
Pining away for some distant Fjord, but,
If it wants its distance,
It shall keep its distance.
No matter how much you may want
To go to that beautiful
Sleeping
Angel
And say to it
"Please. Come back to me.
Love me.
Dream with me again..."
You can't.
She dreams alone, or
With someone, not you.
No longer yours, she
Travels her own garden paths.
Angels' counsel kept.