Mindless Banter, Session 7.

A long missed dilated view,
though the mist of the unshaded wind
my single breath is sailed into the sight
and the milky clouds swirl off to cover;
the stars seems so shy tonight.
but still, the view off from the diagonal,
every time I stood in view of that light,
no longer can I feel to stay cold again,
as it falls deeper into pitfall;
only the chilled steel of the fence to hold on,
in the aye, I'd took a glance so fragile;
I'd wish I was somewhere up there with you.

Eating Glass at A Well-Fueled Banquet.

Crossing the Street with Mr.Fredricksen.

Close enough.