do you remember
just after December,
two Scorpios
heading down an ol dusty road?
there they go
into the snow,
never to come to your front door.
how different would it be
if all I became was just a dormant memory?
would you have ever made that promise to your soul;
to pursue the purpose-when-in-mist
of a blizzard blow
to find the words of a birds songs
and hold that sound-
despite with every shiver felt-
when you heard the dying words in
each ever-eerie echo.
so
cover your ears
shut your eyes
for when you sleep
and wake tonight
the darkened sky will not cry
and shed those silent tears you call snow.
hide you pain in plain site
everyone walks over your flurry (I see their footprints)  
you love the cold even though
you never noticed you were the sun never meant to die alone
so shin with a smile-your's brings them new life.
don't rush-breathe slow,
for when the white burns a brighter-greener-ground
realize change will come soon.
just as the melting snow eventually fades-
through this cold will come a new age
and those memories of two simple Scorpios
will just be an opposite-day feeling
from when you achieve love and see yourself
as the glorious goddess you are
no longer will your heart be bleeding
in the season of the snow