Burning snow Seeping ice Freezing closed The teeth that bite Chattering, Gnashing Clawing at cold The cold that gnaws the heart and soul To fill my core with bitter snow Where once your touch had made me whole
Strange thoughts, strange dreams Bulging at their seams. Teeth that feel and think and breathe.
A shattered sky, a shattered mind Locked and thinking out of time. The satin droplets from on high that sink into the burning snow, The mountain stoops to squint at stone.
I hear a single glassy song: The thought of life itself is wrong. When overhead and over trees, Over clouds and over seas Suspended by a silver thread, Is air that gleams in heaven's bed And glittering realms that wait in dreams. Things that only dead men see.