A clear horizon
Brings winter's soft sun into stark reflection,
Virgin snow on hills of pine-
Day breaks, a dawn, a painted sky.
Dancing lights have fallen from Khione's ethereal domain,
And with them a song-
Of crystalline symphony,
Expand my world
Beyond the simple cacophony,
Of day to day stress.
I am not cold.
Too beautiful to be a dream,
Glory outshining defeat-
For what is winter but caressing death
Find sleep without the hindrance of breath.
Take me away.
YOU ARE READING
A Testimony for the Lonely
PoetryAbandoned scenes and abandoned dreams. Have some poetry my friends, if you're brave enough to wander off alone. Shoutout to @xoxocookiegirlxoxo for the great cover.
