In my armchair
Of ice and snow
Cozy and warm
In a place I adore
Gentle current
Beneath the ice
Downstream rumbles
Break the crust
And I am freed
Gentle current
Beneath the ice
Downstream rumbles
Break the crust
And I am freed
His was a visage of ice
Cold, chiseled
A frosty burn to the touch
Which not even the fire
Of his desire
Could melt
It protected him
It destroyed him
It hardened him
It betrayed him
For anyone could see
Just below the surface
The heat his coldness
Would never emit
His was a visage of ice
Cold, chiseled
A frosty burn to the touch
Which not even the fire
Of his desire
Could melt
It protected him
It destroyed him
It hardened him
It betrayed him
For anyone could see
Just below the surface
The heat his coldness
Would never emit
And I am the ship
Caught in arctic ice
Waiting out the season
Hoping for the sea to open
Transitions
Whether, in the end
For the better
Or for the worse
A matter of perception
But in transitions
Themselves, I always find
Some beauty
Large or small
Low fog formed over the riverbed
Where icy water
Still warmer than air
Vapourised and froze
To drift over the lake’s recessed floor