The snowcapped mountains shine with pride,
Just like the moon in the cold night sky...

I am not a caged bird,
but sometimes, I prefer the isolation...

Sapphire halos dye vanilla snow
-dispelling thousands of angels...

Vanilla candlelight blurs the thin-layered...
until echoes of burrowed snow beasts dwindle...

Charlotte never complained or moaned when I called...

-
I sewed my heart back together...

I am the soul of this town,
feeding ostracized families...

Do you know?
Before I succumb to wandering skies...

April brings memories of you -
your smile, like sunshine...

Your hands are gone.
I look at my own and I am disgusted...

Grandpa, my eyes will never deny how speechless I
was when seeing how pain wrapped itself around...

I stand in solitude as raindrops
quickly flood my neighborhood...