Numbing cold winter snow,
higher higher--let me fall.
Lift me lower, please unfold
thy kind wrath upon the world.
Break apart this imagination
give me air, breath and life.
Embrace me, I'm your creation,
own the value, pay the price.
Often I see this image:
A lonely poet, poor poor poor.
His inspiration, his alone.
Keep him company; lock the door.
No greater passion, than his own.
Bring forth sunlight, by my window.
Reject the night's white screen.
Contemplate above, the sun's widow
a most pale glare--I have seen.
To flip a coin. To challenge fate;
I set snowflake dreams on fire
those pertaining to desire.
So, steal a kiss, what it takes...
Once again I find myself lost
a track, a tree, a painting, a ghost.
I got myself confused over truth
all I need is company and proof.
