From the night
crystals white
I turn in pain
To escape
The shafts of light
Pursuing me through
a window frame
a cold and white snow
we are running over
blue ice fields
feeling the color
of the ice
Where to turn
to shield the burn
of the light
which reflects and bends
in so many ways
to follow the trails
in the hopelessly
muddled maze
we are running over
blue ice fields
feeling the color
of the ice
In her made
love and loss
a rising man
and ways of lights
still think of frost
can feel the warmth
he feels the fire
from her lips
and then two hands
making rivers
on frosted glass
with fingertips and love
we are running over
blue ice fields
feeling the color
of the ice