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Heart Of Snow
See here this winter'd blanket
in this forgotten field,
crows of ink surround me
with their kin.
The splintered bones of reed
reach up towards their maker,
their broken prayer
sings to the wind.
My heart of snow
holds love and longing.
Captures a memory.
Captures a dream.
My eyes of coal
glow pink at sun set;
see silver'd moon
as from my childhood room.
I stand at the farmhouse window,
my wooden fingers stroke the glass
to tune to the feeling
of the people inside.
Their fire dances
in happy sighs.
Blades of flame set free
from its ancient eyes.
My heart of snow
holds love and longing.
Captures a memory.
Captures a dream;
and in the dream I am a boy,
the frozen fields are melted into spring
and we're making a toy man
in the field
of cherished memory.
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