Sparks in the Snow

It seems this snow is burning...
but that seems impossible, you see?
For these words are icicles,
dagger points from you to me.

The snow it seems to shiver,
burn and tremble quick.
And every single half-sung song,
makes me more and more sick.

Maybe the snow will melt to diamonds,
and the world can shatter 'til it's still.
Maybe there's something to this fire,
more than it's petty thrill.

It seems to prove there's something.
Colours screaming into sound.
Proof that there's still a person breathing,
though you don't appear to be around.

I don't claim to be a poet,
writing isn't something I like to do.
Here you are again, my dear,
it wouldn't be a poem without you.

Darling, it seems the snow is burning...
does that cause the slightest fright?
Maybe I'm just crazy,
and maybe you're really always right.