(Bi)polar.

Through the woods and frosted moors,
Past the snow-filled branchs I
Bed down upon the drifting snow
Sleep beneath the melting sky
I whisper all your names
I know not where you are
But somewhere, somewhere here
Upon this wild abandoned star.

I have no single memory
No awakening, no flaming dart
No word of consulation
No arrow through my heart
Only the slightest notion
A glimmer from a far
That I try to grab with my fingers
As we go spinning wildly through the stars.

The wind lifts me to my senses
I rise up with the view
The snow turns to streams of light
The purple sting grows anew
I call you by your name
I know not where you are
But somehow, somewhere, sometime soon...

Upon this wild abandoned star.