7beatrix7

silence whispers in the night, and beckons at the window. I retreat inside instead and lock out its chill. I do not need it ringing in my head, I have enough with mem'ries still... I wait in borrowed light, watching wary through the night, silence howls through the trees, but stops there at the sill... I await his flames, the ever burning ember... it's his touch I remember, his heart shall roar louder than the silence, and forever will.

floating on notes of enchanted song, the winter wind carries me along, painted white with frosted snow, my heart lights the way for where I must go, a golden glow upon the cold, it floats to the one who's meant to hold, and now I fly through winter's day, night, and find myself warmed by morning's light, this song will ever sing.