| Oh icy storm, glaze over my heart So that I may be so still as the Lit lamppost outside shining through the cold. So immobile that icicles should choose to drip lovingly from me as my brightness makes them more beautiful than I am alone in the day. So solid shall I be that no weather weight could crush me, no cutting wind could move me, and no gusts could make me sway. Let me be a beacon warning to all who may shiver in the night: Ice can give you nothing more than frozen dreams and fragile might. |