With the winter fog so cold,
How can I conquer your heart?
a winter wonderland that makes
the young seem so old.
And you would think purely,
of a whitened youth, washed
cleansed and redeemed,
in the snow fallen surely?
But the snow will melt fadem
and hearts will be revealed
within the hearts of youth
old fears make them afreaid.
Ah and moving from the snow
melted and fresh and liquid
dreams take form from a river bed
and pulse vivid with a glow.
And within these rivers of dreams
dirt and mire and slough
remain unfilterd and free
drowing us.
Making us nothing of what we seem.
So what of winters and rivers and streams?

-08.05.03