Purity has begun to fall
Floating softly on winter whispers

Falling still falling
Downward into the depths of my heart

Oh window of icy, isolation
Transparent only to the most caring

Tired breath build frozen blinds
Fragile screens erased by artificial warmth

Gifts of holy art battle the distorted sands
Heaven sent for survival on worldly wall

They are fading always changing to tears
Lost never finding an open vessel

Unending forms of out stretched arms sculpted in ice
Melting somewhere in a strangers heart

Casting beacons of veiled light into darkness
Illuminating shadowy souls in a monotone wilderness

Backlit in dark face, the eyes search the madness
A deserted voice reflects from the flat pane

Crying to be one, one with someone.