The Depth
Atop this vast frozen pond laying above the deepest depth,
Imprisoned by its cold bond of ice seeping into the flesh.
The wind shows no mercy here drawing away my own air,
From my lungs it disappears leaving me in bitter despair.
The barren trees reach for me but what cover can they provide,
With weather-worn arms empty and wary roots to far astride.
Through its limbs the wind still blows and the curious sun still shines,
Watching the ice as it flows through my veins and from my eyes.
Soon the sun will desert my sight and give way to the winter moon,
And on comes a severe night to bring about my frozen ruin.
Numbness climbs from feet to brow leaving deadness on my face,
But I feel more here and now than I did in your warm embrace.
