Distance, dismay came to me
Like apprehension does to all
The fearful hope, expectations rise
Yet no change, we fall
The isolation of such beauty
Can yet never be replaced
But obese characteristics
Of geographic origins
Most are blind to these faults

Motionless, entrapment
We are watching the dance with the dead
I dread departing my roots
But I must leave from this place
The frost, the winds
An instance of visual perception

Mental visions, I must leave
From this place
For the dreams which I've had
For all that I've desired
Like flowers under the frost
Fantasy was mine