Distance slowly melting

Distance awaits in the slow rising of the sun
and in the stars when the tired day is done.
The long drugged winter sleeps softly at my door
but the fire you started within, will rage forever more.
Nightmares tap at my conscious that tomorrow may never come
reality will pierce the illusion, that this eternal winter will have won.
But, if each hour, each night the moon’s reflected in your eyes;
a reflection that never fails to seek me; a love then, that never dies.
Little glistening drops of rain run ragged down my smiles;
making rivers through the surface to an endless ocean of miles.
Maybe Spring will soon come to end the frozen expanded waste
and our ships will break the boundaries of a silent promised taste.
It is then that the distance will shatter the endless frosty sky;
to release our captured birds, to sing, soar and to finally fly.