Soft dripping gladesnSifting palisadesnOf winter's chilling whispersnnShe's drifting seennWaning in her dreamsnDull crescent, evanescentnnYou're shiveringnSoft spoken thin blue lightnSmears your pale facenFrost cold gleamnnHer fingers tracenGently on my facenMy white-gowned, sinful still soundnnIn frostwork searnHold me ever nearnDelicately, quelling quicklynnYou're shiveringnSoft spoken thin blue lightnSmears your pale facenFrost cold gleamnnIn your eminent eyes of mirthnA gleamnPassing peacefully over earthnnI gather your armsnClose to minenMy gentle lovennSoftly swayingnForever staying nearnMy love n