My Manuscript Poem by Nyx C Styx

my beloved
without you
the year to me
is the singular season of winter
cold and quiet
the fantasy of what we are
is farthest from reality
like some beautiful dream of some far off place
and island in the sea
we pay no heed to the struggle to get there
or the struggle to maintain life
against its barren shores
you are more beautiful from the distance
and all depth of you
all depth to you
has been clouded by my dream of
what you are
and what you are my love
is the totaled hour of time
i have spent with you
from which I manifested
a manuscript for a lifetime