The morning air
Seeping in through open windows
Settles a chill in my bones
Goose flesh
Dots my legs
And pasty cheeks
My finger tips pulsate
With the numb
The tip of my nose
Is stained cherry pink
While my nails turn blue
And my mind stop turning
Freezing over slowing
In that harsh, morning air

Running my fingers
Along the frozen walls,
A feeling that lingers;
To a house, its doors.
I stare out at the melting
Burning Sun
A fire too intense;
At its distance,
On my skin, a warmth almost a hum.

The Sun is too close, too close

Foreign is the feeling of the hum,
Dancing on my skin,
Never delving deeper some.
My mind can only wonder,
Sunlust echoing in my gaze as I
Cross my legs and enjoy
The cold while basking in the Sun.
Neither overly warm
Nor am I frozen to the touch;
I have faded into the cold
And currently, I have no plan
Nor rush.

crystals slid down her pale cheeks
tears frozen from the wind
her eyes
they burned
the light
it dimmed
she was freezing out there
standing alone
lost her heart
lost her home
she was cold
it was old
and she wanted it to end

The bitter road
With walking feet and identical pace

     Fear not

For they are all just shadows underneath
Just ghosts beneath the turquoise ice

     Quiet as can be

And you will not fall
You will not falter

As you have colder blood within your veins
Than in every surreal arctic peace

Frozen memories start to melt,
allowing my past to be relived all over again.
Then comes the wave in motion,
drowning me in my emotion.

I'm burning up
It hurts too bad
Too much love
It's really sad
Cool me off
With your frozen heart
Too much emotion
is tearing me apart
I can't take it
My poor old heart
So much heat
I'm about to pass out
Rescue me
And pull me out
I know I can thaw it
That beautiful block of ice
You need some help
I can see it your eyes
Icy blue
I've got too much heat
Darling, you can take some from me

Smiling faces, perfectly candid.
Content in every way by everything
People laughing, playing,
seeming to live life without a care in their way

Special moments, ordinary moments
Ordinary moments that become special when saved
Looking back on all these places, faces
Frozen still in my fingers

These days are better
The past is always better
Older days when we were younger
A picture mourns for what has been and no longer is

But should it?

We took those days and treasured them
Memories made special because we can look back at them
Will we one day look back to where we are now
And mourn these days as well?

A picture should not mourn
A photo should remember and remind
Live life with every moment
Treat each memory as if it were a photograph:

Perfect. Still. Not subject to time.

Time cannot be spent pining for what was
For then, in the future,
Time will be spent
Pining for what could have been

Hold the photograph, a memory almost tangible
Now create another one.