Ah, another rotation upon this expansive and ever-changing prison
what, perchance, am I here?
a blessing lest a curse I remember
by what conscience am I to forbade this world?
It is cold as to the discomforting warmth as the past days now
I do not enjoy this change either
tis not, darling.
Yet the heart, the core, it aches
and what ruling were we separated?
only to see ones grace in between our disconnected world
a shame, for this prison of mine is ever changing
surely it would be a prison lest you were here?
but we cannot reach yet
I shall wait upon thee, love
for this is not parting