What if,
Life is counted in the sky,
Or Humanity was meant for Goodbye's?

What if,
The sun and the moon did have a lullaby,
And we separated the eye's?

What if,
Night and Day was taught how to pray?
Would the earth be swayed by grace?

What if,
Our determination was devoted to His,
Salvation?

It stood on a throne,
Made out of lime stone.

It was clothed,
In colorless gold.

It wore a shadeless crown,
Above its brow.

Its heart was frozen-
From winters night.

Its soul was diced,
by Jack Frost's knife.

It stood alone,
In its quite abyss.
Dismissing my stare.

Though it was free,
It looked lost at sea.

For, I waited to hear a plea,
But it was silent as a willow tree.

Time passed-
And it started to bow

To the brown earth beneath its feet,
To the blue sky above its crown.

Though, the journey was over,
And the final Goodbyes were made.

I could never forget the pride in its eyes,
Or why it stood so still.

For to this day,
I question if I'll every discover,
If the White Rose knew,
Of its wonder?

The calm water,
seduced my stare.
The ghostly mist,
Filled the air.
The cool wind,
Chilled my bones.

The birds sang,
A lovers song.
The trees slept,
For winters day.

I dreamt of summer,
But, I was lost in winter.
I embraced December,
wishing for September.