The cold makes you porcelain.
I pray your porcelain's sustained.
Please stay like this forever.
An infinite image remains
Of Beauty in veins
Shown blue in skin now pallid evermore.
Why can't I join you
In dreams of winter and eternal brumal slumber.
If only I could grant myself,
Frigid serenity and repose.
And come to find you once again
Dancing in November snow