2. Winter

Soon will be the time for dead things
Of bitter winds and alabaster skies
My contemplative moods will flourish
Under the absence of blazing light

I need some time away from my
Warm heart and pulsating light
The flesh is much too hot to touch
I will sear myself should I try

Standing in the barren lands with snowdrifts
A landscape of miniature diamonds
I wish that you could be with me right now
But I am all razor edge and you are soft flesh

I can feel the air freezing quickly
The oncoming winter is too soon
I want to surrender myself again but
We need to slow down… I've lost you…

In the chaos of this world, we lost track of time
And now I've frozen over… I apologize for my coldness and cynicism
I never wished for it to be this way