Upon the full moon my eden sways
It fools my senses and drifts away
Out upon the grim fields that see
Wider tundras of missery

Upon the blight sun my ego strays
It blinks ablaze and then fades away
I wander the walkways drawn by grace
Slowly awaken to seemless amazement

Upon the calm snow my soul embraced
Warmth in my heart and joy on my face
Even though my mind whispers me "stay away!"
From the cold that bathes in our world

So the moonlight that raises demonic
And the sun that burns uleashed
Thus this snow so cold could bring chronic
Storms our rivers and fills our streets

But under this hide my ample heart beats
Two notes a minute, twice in a row
And the snow that falls seems to me so honest
I lie down and in it divine angels plow

The sun is hidden behind grey clouds
The moon is held behind this storm
And in this darkness that our world crowds
A new light, is born

Poetry by Me