Feathers In the Snow

Your raven haired angel sits quietly still

A silky, black feather blows in the deep winter will

Silently waiting feeling the pinch of Jack Frost

On a trembling skin jacket, wings warmth not yet lost

Trembling true, she's icy blue

She embraces the face of her sin as it stings

Like the snow on her skin she suffers within

A song echoes through the wooded pine 

A lullaby so somber it tattoos the steady divine

Your voice she hears when no other sound breaks through

Her blinded frozen ears hold steady for you

That hunger within starves her so deep

Even with the freedom of flight, she's trapped, she weeps

So close to her muse, her adoring diamond stud

All the colors hue's, now turn to sticky mud

Crackling brittle flowers in her fingers now fragile and dark

Her glassy eyed gaze staring straight at the mark

If time would cease, calm and be still

Forever she would love you even as you've had your fill

She needs understanding, a stress you wont give

Blinded by the music, you wont let her live

Snow flakes fall all around the angels wings

She will hear only silence until her love sings

She sits on that stone, frozen and true

Thinking she may lose her heaven, she may lose the one who's you

Her pain is clouded by whispers softly spoken only as you go

But all of her whispers are nothing but feathers in the snow.