Centuries long of waiting,
Eyes white,
Cloaked in garment.
Frozen in bits and pieces.
Stone formations avert
the mists to garnish the lovers
in ubiquitous lament.
Frozen in all and empty,
Locusts yield, condone.
Hands tied to gray ridges,
Eyes white through blindfolding rags,
The winds woo with their whistles.
Time eater,
Will you relent?