When will you break this winter
Could we be friends softly treaded the pavement
Avoiding being on speaking this cold with talk of summer
Zero summers?
Beloved, set so hard for life
Brimming on the breathless singing whims of wallowing whales
Drowning in the waves of clearer resonance
The sound is muddled, in the pool of screaming blackwater parks
Gems dissipated in the limestone
Shrouded by the faithless sorrow, reflected in the capricious courage, gilded