Screaming off the Cliff

Dearest

Dearest, winter's coming soon, 

and I'm so far away from you.

And even this blue misted dawn

reminds me of you.

Soon the birds will cease to call,

as the east wind is blowing through.

And between us there's a wall

and my mind is feeling blue.

The days are waning, dearest,

and the nights they last so long.

I'm so afraid, my darling,

that by the Summer you'll be gone.

A/N Long distance relationship, huh? Tell me about it.