This piece came to me in a forgotten dream but it burned passionately enough to wake me and urge me to write it down.

Above is a revision that I created after allowing music and my mind to meld back into the essence of the piece. The original is as follows:

When the world's ash has powdered your lips,
cleanse them in mine.
As the darkness enshrouds your cemented soul
let my warm hands chisel
your heart from the overwhelming cold.

When isolation has clipped your wings,
freefall into my star-glazed eyes,
and soak in the grazing dreams
sprinkling across your face
like newborn snow.


~I've found that there must be always balance. With so many conflicting thoughts such as in my previous journals, I figured it was time for a rose amongst your winter storms.