You are the sun

to my Winter landscape,

your eyes are the crystal clarity

which keeps my soul aloft.

Violent storms

have trespassed into my skies,

and you are the summer

that keeps them quiet…

My eternal Winter

has kept me alive

a hundred years or more…

though your breezes

have soothed the edge

of misery

on which I feed.

The ground is frozen stiff,

thick with ice

waiting to thaw

at a single touch of your hand.

Yet your immaculate pout

is no more,

there is a ghostly smile

traced across the cusp

of your dewy lips.

The touch of your hand

has come and gone

and left the ice as still

as before.