Winds, cold as thought, have left me solemn in night
Mountains which passed on a feverish sight
Blending my musing of my troubles denied
With painful smiling of my tearing delight
Her words on pale veils of snow colours retrieved
Earnest but fragile, and weak of belief
Melting so tears fall on my weakness conceived
Comforting my sorrow and releasing my grief
Her hand lifts my chin as her voice lifts my heart
Her fingers grip mine and tell me never to part
But my bones start to freeze and my tears turn to ice
As we both dream of tombs and of love fantasize
We marry in woods spawned from lakes and the sea
A comforting feeling of a place where I long to be
But fates grin has widened to a mischievous laughter which stares
Curling her threadings as black as her hair
We wed, and by vowing our love to be true
I choked on her passion and felt grievance renew
Her comfort left graceful with doubt in her hands
Confusing my memoirs of when we would dance
Between natures beauty under gathering stars
Would we dance our passion and healing of scars
As wondrous as my eyes would look into thine
There is no reply in the night, but only mine
And so I whisper with sorrow and grievance in tone
We shall lay dying in dreamings,
And we shall never be lone...
