Fragile

How fragile we become.
At times, we sway with the frigid night airs,
Bending back, and filled with the greatest sorrow.
It's like no warmth could quell this languid motion,
No glistening rays of starlight calm our disquieted plains.
Once, I danced with the ardor of your eyes,
fluttering, and ablaze with the silence of you.
You nestled in the tresses of my grain, 
and I encircled you with a placid breeze.
Now it is eternally black, my beloved
I no longer remember the blush of your smile
No, all that remains is this hollow ache,
and the arid stillness of night.
Oh, how I wish I could blanket your soul...