in frozen close and failing mist
eyelashes catch on ice
and fool themselves into shattered grips
stirring not but twice
bold lingering sounds congregate
about ears that cannot hear
and a warming flutter perturbs the frost
deeming kiss and dawn are near
nascent green and soft-spoken yellow
emerge from light deceased
and shadows shamble o’er moss unkind
as shy breaths ebb and cease
but no, my dreams are calling
and they tell me, “Do not die!
The morning’s not yet casting gold
on white mountain humming nigh.”
so clinging boldly to blessed pain
those star-flushed tears dissolve
by angel’s hand I’ll behold it for last
because this is my resolve!
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