The sky is heavy
And all the clouds are dressing it in black.
Delicate icy needles are flying in the air,
Joining the chilling whistle of the high wind.
It's coming, relentless, careless, unforgiving...
Keeping you from me,
Blowing it's frosty breath in your face
Throwing frozen crystals of ice in your path...
I pray your fire and mine turn it all into water,
I pray the flames in our hearts heat the snow
And winter allows us to meet this night,
In the middle of the blizzard,
Under her maiden protective heart.
1 comment:
Lovely, lovely... :)
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