Middle

.
It's truly dark back there
isn't it
beyond the trees
cold
I don't recall much else
we've been away a long time
I doubt I could return
before the light
as if cold was as is
It won't allow my hand to
leave yours

It's closer than the breaking dawn
by the orchard
Promises of summer fruits
It's been a good year
But the middle ground is safely
tucked under our feet
let's keep that in remembrance
whilst giving praise
for those lost souls yet to
find another