Glass Horizon

Winter...
The horizon bound in glass,
Thy frozen gaze, where I seek...
Beauty is past, yet I believe
This frost shall lose its might,
O'erthrown by kindness and the spirit's light.

Winter, through pains a translucent gleam,
Doth paint a portrait like a silver dream.
The whirlwind dances, weary hearts to snare,
In winter's grip, mid cold and bleak despair.

Beneath the crust, the river's current flows,
In silent prayer, in deep devotion grows,
That winter's chill is but a fleeting veil,
To ne'er obscure the life beyond the pale.

The world is hushed, stillness is more than any mortal sound,
Cold on thy brow, cold on thy hands is bound.
The ice lies not, the ice is merely mute,
All that is frozen rises as a wall
Between thy soul and depths that softly call,
Yet there, beneath the stone and heavy tide,
I still endure, I live with nought to hide.

A frozen line,
A glass horizon's breathless art,
Thou art not of stone, nor glass I trow,
Whilst yet a spark of warmth within doth glow.


You can hear my poetry at: https://stereodigitalrealm.bandcamp.com/track/glass-horizon