He has no heart
But his eyes have a soul
He is close
And yet I feel he is fathoms away
Yearning for his return
His thoughts race from the corporeal
He is not linear
He is not with me
My blood is hot
My spring runs warm
A stygian streak across the river Styx
He is ethereal in thought
And so far away from my claw's length
Will he come home to my hearth?
I need to hear his true voice
A song to me
A whisper from me...