In the misty gleann
of your presence,
my heart found refuge,
yet your love
drifts like siberian winds,
scattering warmth
to strangers.
you are a solas
a sanctuary
for souls in need,
but in your embrace,
i find a hollowness,
an echo of what could be.
your poems are labyrinths,
veiled in shadows,
hints buried beneath
layers of cryptic intent.
i read and reread,
seeking meaning,
only to find myself
lost in the spaces
between your words.
your...