such breath is like lonely dream
a life that drifts in lily white
the air is cold but surely gleams
true beauty through the azure night
i watch it dance and grace my soul
with only the deepest intent
its mere appearance makes me whole
and thus i am far more content
the way it holds me when i veil
my eyes to ebb from autumn's heart
just takes my hand and never fails
as dear Jack Frost who bares such art
enhances almost everything
and thus i smile to see this truth
my inner self begins to sing
and still connects me to my youth
Author Notes: my favorite season happens to be winter.
deprived of the enshrouding night
a reckoning of sorts slips through my fingers
'breathe' whispers my heart...'breathe'
the dreams i poured, now withered pages, pass through the wailing west wind
my soul is torrent, raped of all its mystique
the dreams i poured, now withered pages, pass through the wailing west wind
my soul is torrent, raped of all its mystique
i am broken.
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