Blue Ice

Blue Ice - Litter

From the night

Crystals white

I turn in pain

To escape

The shafts of light

Pursuing me through

A window frame

A cold and white snow

We are running over

Blue ice fields

Feeling the color

Of the ice

Where to turn

To shield the burn

Of the light

Which reflects and bends

In so many ways

To follow the trails

In the hopelessly

Muddled maze

We are running over

Blue ice fields

Feeling the color

Of the ice

In her made

Love and loss

A rising man

And ways of lights

Still think of frost

Can feel the warmth

He feels the fire

From her lips

And then two hands

Making rivers

On frosted glass

With fingertips and love

We are running over

Blue ice fields

Feeling the color

Of the ice