Icy ladders 

wicked mists

I try to catch 

liquid hope 

in a braided rope net.

The warm dew 

in your eyes 

smolders in my soul 

and illuminates 

hidden scripts 

once engraved there 

many years ago,

like Bilbos ring 

glowing

&

hot.

 

Come ALIVE

take my hand 

hold

this

feeling

    

I've missed

some Things

but You remind me  

always 

 

 

Who I Am.