A/N: First poem in a long time. It is in response to another poem i recently read and understood. Please read and review. Flame if you want to, but i want to hear from you.

"Ashes of Cranes"

Near-pitch winter nights
it never dawned in his eyes
She stood upon the threshold
and watched him from afar

His hands would shape for her
a thousand pretty things
but they, like him,
would crumple and fall away
And she was left behind
while they burned in the cold
and he froze her with words
And she pined away in silence
Another tried to ease her sorrow
but words come slow without experience

Her tears fell soft upon the floor
but she permitted none to see
The other was no exception
though he perhaps would try to be

The first had flown with her
and let her fall
the second had tried to catch her
but missed her call.

He flew away;
He never taught her how,
but it's hard to teach
one in love with the ground.

She caught herself.