The Ice Tree

At six in the morning the ice in the tree thaws into the millpond returns to the deep i caress where my lover once lay by my side before i turned inwards and forced her to fly we try to connect with the people outside they pass through our slumber like trains in the night i caress where my lover once lay by my side before i turned inwards and forced her to fly after the cold night the raindrops that froze melt into the thin air like the footsteps of ghosts i caress where my lover once lay by my side before i turned inwards and forced her to fly for she could not know me for i know not myself and without understanding love isn't enough