Winter Child

O Silent snowclad sanctuary My painted world, my framed abode How soon must I retreat even further North For thy winds to still mask the calls from summer's grove? This beguiling sunsong sneaking in Is but a ghost town's infernal din And nary one ear have I to lend Nor thought of return to portend For there the reaping never ends And my soul, it is a lonely one A lonely soul-serving winter son And from great distance, great work is done So, silent snowclad place, Upon us lies the dream world's fate So raise thy howl until the past is erased! Let time erode now Let the blue moon glow Let this great winter never end Foreign lights on the backs of our fatal winds Intruders achieving the impossible Lights become faces and winds become voices A golden panorama wraps around me And I crumble from the surge of memory The life I once lived With motion & laugther & burdens accepted in stride together But I was incompatible and every step was pain Ascension or abandonment Who will judge? I relinquished the self to protect a higher vision A cult of one projecting a grand infinity through the snow This solar choir echoes a different tale Their eyes pour steady But their cadence never falters As they beg their weakest to come back One outstretched arm bathed in light The other moonlit & cold Let my choice ring true