confessions of a daywalker...

heart be still...
here come the words from land's end once more...
hold thy breath and bite my tongue...
less words ring untrue and your bell be gone...
let me see the other side, that i may herald you, folly!
and never again traverse waters i have exiled...
but this heart is human, however iced it may be...
streak... ice... across the big blue yonder you stride.
you've caught me once and did it another...
'til next time i see ya,
for a kiss, come hither.