Here I stand
where the winter wind
gently toys the ends
of my dying hair

Here I stand,
or do I lay?
in the walls of snow
where no one remembers to go

The slivers of silver of ice
***** my blue skin-
no longer melting
as my breaths grow thin

Here I lay
in snow as soft as sand
wondering
how I got to such a burning place

Here I lay
with the ice so warm
yearning
for the times I could have had