12 A Drift (Of Water To Freezing Wind)

So many ways and time, I find us..

Equal of drive and in pull.

Never do I find my position so

uncontrolled as when you..

Turn me light and frozen.

I become simply an object..

crafted of your fervors.

Posed in surrender..

recalling sweetly how you..

howled in every measure.

Leaving twinkling absence

when you were gone.

Leaving me there..

'A Drift'