3When i was younger, she used to say
"When the snow falls to your face, think of me"
The winter didnt come that year or the next
I grew ancient and tired
Bored with the warmth of the comforts suppressing me
A poly-cotton hell mixed with the synthetic sugars and plastic flowers
I left that life to wander nature
The elegance of the trees
The decadence of a mother bird feeding her children
Bliss was found in the dirt by a squirrel
A cold wind blew that day
Chills shot threw my withered hands
And there she was
The beauty of her
Falling to me
An angel with icicle wings, truly heaven-sent
The snow came down, like a sandstorm in an Arabian desert
Tiny pecks of frost kissed my entire face
Slowly i began to fall back
My beauty catching me
And here i lay, warm and youthful
Forever sleeping with my maiden