The winter
Breeze blows
I hear it sing
Infinite melodies
Ring in my ear

Like lover's breath
Breeze passes by
Softly and caressingly
Bringing dreams nigh

And further out
From river
To the bay
To the sea
The air blows
Over the water
For you and for me

If
i ever see
The Grand Canyon
It wouldn't
Compare to you
If
I ever swim
The Nile
Your love
Would carry me through
Before
We disappear
Behind these walls
Of dust
You fly
And you're gone
With the wind

Nomatter what
Nomatter how
That doesn't bug me
Because you're here
With me now
And we'll never be apart
Tho we're miles away
In my heart you'll always stay
Til the end of time

Every time
We kiss
Every time we touch
I keep gazing
In your eyes
Begging me
To fall into your arms
The miles
Are crashing in
My heart reserved for you alone
You and I
Together are one
I take you in

I know
Someday in time
Everything
Will work out fine
You'll see
Because you'll be here
With me

And if
Our bodies nevet find eachothet
My soul will find yours
In the end
Of time
And
Dont you know I'll always love you
Til the end of time

I slash open
the fine lines
of my veins
to let in the
starry breath
            of night
fresh and fiery
as a snap of chaos
left out
in the firmament
                   to chill,
the frigid air
       weaving an
icy filigree
upon the black
cooling my blood
soothing the
night creatures
        that swerve and sway
beneath my skin
restless as tiny demons
always locked away,
                           within
They emerge from
their hibernation
into the gelid
crackle of air,
zipping over the
sheens of ice floes
unstopped by sudden
change in climate
frozen moss between
                      their claws, their toes
In this icicle-dipped
troposphere  
a burning
descends upon
        my tastebuds
just as if
you have
       kissed me
the ebbs
    of time seemingly  
    bringing you closer
    an energetic wrapping
       up and through
                  my being
like the breathiest of
polar mist
and as I gaze up
    at the tiny
      wisps of light,    
lustrous as the
     full moon scattered,
the astral plane
whirrs deep within me
stirring up my womb
ploughing the fields
                   of my mind
creating riverflow
from icy drought
soothing the
cuts and fissures
and rocky edges
of my aching
prophetess
                heart
Fragile yet callused,
toughened with time
as it beats
beneath the ice
soft as the inside of
a wounded animal
blessed by its hunters
for making itself a gift
to the tribe
apparently
      your warrior's
                    palm alone
                        can melt it
                       down
and sometimes,
          as I get
lost inside deeply
wild tundras,
suddenly
I'm
  found

You arouse me
From R.E.M
And order
Me to scribble

Words escape
And the tongue tickles
Against my teeth

So i pick up
The ball point
And chicken scratch
The tree