A thought, like a splinter
Like lemon in a paper-cut
The longest night of Winter
A longing, a sadness, a "yes, but..."
The knowledge that a thing
A person, a friend, a sweet lynx
Can be the song of hope I sing
The shield that guards my armour's chinks
Yet all I feel is the timezone curse
The dreadful passing of ships in the night
I know the pain just makes it worse
And patience will let time make it right
But restless, fox is ill at ease
And patience fits me like a child's glove
Tight and itchy with thorns and fleas
When I'm apart from the knight I love