in embrace
of waves and weight
the well wished aches
til our sooner meet
what could wish
and leave the late
to sleep
shining and high
in heaviness apart
slow, unsung
beckoned and too far
for cassiopeia
and all the stars
it's OK because it's alright, it's fine, you can call me baby, rite from the start, already I knew how far you'd let me go, when you give it up so fast volsh_vartian