“A feverish dream of you
Keeps me hanging on
To the wildest possibilities
For our love to carry on.
I see you from afar –
For a second, I know where you are,
But then, over us, falls a veil of mystery called Distance
That intertwines with winter’s foggy persistence.
My wants and needs demand to sprout like Spring
Ready at every dawn to beat the cloudy tears
That fall over this city, pulling at my sadness like a string
Stubbornly connected to my heart, the only sound it hears.
Alas, we are still much too far
To know where our hearts are,
But this feverish dream keeps me awake
As I toss and turn, failing to get rid of this heartache…”
Ana