Like A Feather, Like A Glacier

I'm always falling, at first brush
I sit in a quiet room and wait adequately -

float away from me, white and light;
you can escape this burrow you once embedded yourself in;
in a grasping moment, we refine who we define,
we've been slipping into ice, so cold, so hot, so long;

your eyes lose me in their quaint qualities;
I don't want to break your heart,
I want to hide within it and allow you to find me lost in you,
only in these dreams can we fix the broken;

I'm a changing glacier, with you diving from me,
as you kept me warm, I'm falling apart;
as you left me cold, I'm floating away,

I'm always sinking, at last touch,
I sit in these quiet waters, awaiting your return