crystal icicles
fell on the hill
which we used to climb
without shadows
to disturb our walk

you tore me
with your frozen hand
whispering shards of ignorance

you suffered
in the arms of the cold light
with the sadness drowned
in my soul

hanging your glance
those eyes looked
as if they were an ocean of purity
and the sound of your voice
broke my inner silence

like Prometheus I brought fire
at your head board
to melt the growlers
and the drifts
that grew within your heart

bare of sap
I fade like a torch
by the harsh blizzard
through your volatile love