Madeline Upchurch, Ataraxis

The grass between - A patch worn path, One hundred miles long. But transverse I did - A thought to know, Hearts called by sirens song.

Reside my bed - Upon once did, The twilight, Skies of amber hues. I’d beg thine eyes - A sight to see, A minute more, Of such majestic views

But distance takes - And too, does time, More than just for sake. Your heart - A beat, the rarest tune, A fire in my soul, More than I could take.

Moments stolen - In dark of shadows, The light would bid to know. But gentle fingers, Leave lingering - Forevermore, Be so.