Summer turns to fall, and the nightfall is cold and dark

I lay restless, cold and unable to sleep

So, I close my eyes and reach for your ghost to my right

I’m drawn to your heat, and my winter melts into your spring

My ying bends to your yang, and your yang curves to my ying

I drift like mist across the moonlight, real but just barely

I turn to my left becoming wrapped in your Qi and possessed by your Chakra

I’m warm outside and in, inside and out.

I drift into blissful nothingness... only to awaken to the cold.


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