Post by DarkVortex on Sept 3, 2005 16:24:38 GMT -5
There is a bit of a chill among this awakening light.
Creeping through my windowsill a glare so white.
A breeze so uplifting, teasing me with a touch of air.
Starting this morning rapture bearable but unfair.
To whatever this morning brings, myself is what I have lost.
Entirely without love just like color in my windows frost.
It bothers me none for dark and light show within love.
Black and enigmatic like a raven or white as a dove.
Through my window the snow clears out the light.
Painting pictures of stars as seen through the night.
A canvas of white flourishes with the gentle airflow.
But a sight appears, so eye-catching with a radiant glow.
Taking to the winds motion as this beauty walks.
With a most striking image with a red dress and golden locks.
Is this a dream or is heavens love sent down with the snow.
Upon this moment I shall take the chance and open my heart's window.
Creeping through my windowsill a glare so white.
A breeze so uplifting, teasing me with a touch of air.
Starting this morning rapture bearable but unfair.
To whatever this morning brings, myself is what I have lost.
Entirely without love just like color in my windows frost.
It bothers me none for dark and light show within love.
Black and enigmatic like a raven or white as a dove.
Through my window the snow clears out the light.
Painting pictures of stars as seen through the night.
A canvas of white flourishes with the gentle airflow.
But a sight appears, so eye-catching with a radiant glow.
Taking to the winds motion as this beauty walks.
With a most striking image with a red dress and golden locks.
Is this a dream or is heavens love sent down with the snow.
Upon this moment I shall take the chance and open my heart's window.
