To Yearnings

Since there were 2 periods
Of cold and snow, the distant past
And a strip of time between
Now and then, I remember my fear again
My escape of my own present. Errors so
That the thoughts sink

Into the pit of oblivion
How it was long ago, but it all likewise
Year by the year. Warming.. Seemingly everything went
I thought that's all gone. But now it's all the same
I don't care