The Fly Life

You're familiar to me.
Like a sunny winter's morning.
You rise like the breaths that I take,
and I rise with you.
To the sky, the heavens.
The bitter cold has gripped my being,
But you, who's rays shine upon me.
You keep me warm.
My hands want to write you, invite you into my existence
But I cannot,
I am covered to protect me.
Yet you to comfort me
Simultaneously.