| Written: MAY 10, 2001 |
Orbs like the frozen seas,
Yet the challenge of your grace,
I seek not to die miserable & alone,
Amongst the ice of blue,
I find the strength of exertion,
They cause my breath to cease.
I wither and begin to grow cold,
My heart cannot find strength to beat.
Sends me into wastelands of visions.
As chances left unchallenged,
Soon become ghosts who haunt.
I shall push through the entangling mists.
They will not, cannot hold me back,
Looks make me rise and lead my path.
Warmth hides unhealed and new.
I strive for the journey to begin;
Yet will the blue melt in the end?
Drawing upon heart and I extend.
Hoping to be met by the winter eyes,
And embraced by the heated freeze.
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