Winter in my Heart

September 17, 2004

Whisper to my Heart, as to not wake it

for it sleeps in the safety of a cold dream.

If my Heart should wake, it would surely die

in the fiery mouth of a hell named life.

Walk softly near my Heart, as to not disturb it,

for it rests on a bed of icicles and frost.

My Heart rests in eternal winter

swaying gently in its crystallized breath.

Let your eyes not seek out my Heart,

For it cannot bear the warmth of your sight.

Look away and spare my Heart from the fire.

Leave it still, and quiet, safe in this dream of ice.