From the Lightning Master

I long for your return
from distant lands
where strength is sapped
and touch frozen;

Your gaze vague
with contemplation
of galactic nights
spangled above your ice
setting your homecourse.

O wing winds of light, my love,
return with storm –
instantly melt in my embrace –
your eyes deeps
where crystal heights
and depths meet.

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