Moving further away

Hiding under the red snow 

Flattened to sleep like the polar bears 

I wish to steal that tempestuous voice 

To heal away his sadness 

That makes him morbid always 

Always trekking the hills lonely 

moving further away from me

Like a sloth. 

I need not involve myself 

He said but so lame for me 

What could be done? 

So I’ll not sink farthest

from the sea bed 

So distant I could only 

Drop a coin to the heavens.