Snow piled on the ground whilst I slept,
Pure white specks of water cascading
From the darkest corners of the sky,
And unbeknownst to me my heart kept
With the blind hunger of a reptilian tongue,
Snatching at air and not knowing why.
The morning usurped my hopes: its might
An empire with dominion over human longing;
And where the forces of wrong and right
Entwined in diurnal battle, I glimpsed
Doubt, hope, fear, bliss, and pain
Trampled by the footsteps of light.
With aching brain, locked inside my house,
Thoughts of time overcame timeless thoughts.
Yet even the winter months could not douse
The flame that compels the world to grow.
And so, asleep or awake, joyous or sad,
My heart begs the world to be its spouse.