Winter Wind

Icicles of stars,
Cold against the moon,
Swimming in the darkness,
Left to drown so soon,

Eyes look out in to the night,
Of blue, brown and green,
The moon dipped slighty black,
The slate is wiped so clean,

New beginning, old end,
Past is gone today,
Ice is spat onto the lake,
And trees stand ready to fray,

World is peeling from the heart,
In the wind from what's begun,
Direction of it's soul,
Tangled in web's been spun,

Senses aroused to the forest,
With it's frosted trees,
White spectacles of beauty,
And the eruption of the seas,

Frozen over until they're warmed,
But now it's all too late,
Glazed with eternal everythings,
Scarred with all this fate.