A blazing wintery night opens its ominous cold dead presence upon the bitterly frozen ground A foreboding storm sneaks hauntingly amongst the unforgiving winds Shimmering crystals whip through the air into the icy bone-chilling lake Within the dismal lonely grey fog there comes an unearthly sound In the driven snow the ghost appears Upon a winter’s squall Within the clouds the spirit's wail Awaiting the thunder’s call Lighting strikes into an Ash As her decaying leaves but fall The winds howl of a sacred tune Lost inside the delicate light of the dying moon Vapors trails of fire and hail Turn into chasms where darkness dwells Black frozen rain descends onto the scorched earth As Man just mumbles his final curse
Firmly rooted, sitting in tall grass And I am human Yellow-green blades tease my skin As they tease yours As they touch everyone else’s And the sun The sparkling beacon of distant warmth Welcomes all our bodies Nourishes The frozen hearts we like to keep The wind messes up our hair Entangled We face its volatile moods together And the ocean Oh, its sweet scent of infinity It fills our senses As if we were one and the same And you ask - can there be A moment more perfect Can we sink even deeper Into ourselves and each other In response we laugh, wholeheartedly And let fate take care of itself