And the world is blue without your arms
And grey, without your mind;
It’s red, without your kisses, fine,
Refined by stalwart art
My mind creates a land of charms
With vibrant
Into my world, anew, a darkness drew —
Fell, near burning fires, a shadow’s gaze
Upon my weary count'nance; and I knew:
This shadow's grip would claim me, all
You all know it.
You all fear it.
You all want it.
You all can have it
In a moment
In a madness
In a sadness
Stilled by memories
Stilled by thoughts
Stilled
Tucked into nearly-nothingness
The fall of snow, I must profess -
Aside from chill that does repress
My eager heart and mind -
May be of Nature's best success
The purity does