By its sharp edges I was encompassed whole

I lay stuck skin on icy surfaces atop of a shoal

with chipping hearts to break off like ice floes

cracks that spread as you crawl into their holes

drowned this frozen angel on a crooked cross

to follow you anywhere- and anywhere lost

chilled death on wood sleds to hold and to keep

reflections seen glassy as cold passions sleep

not concerned with this precipice I walk along

though they stab at my feet with right and wrong

I still hush all the loud voices calling me to repent

if only for a chance to love you to my detriment

for you these small wishes for skies of snow blue

to ever hurt you would split my soul’s heart in two

golden silence and frail protection wrapped up with a bow

keeping secrets that only spring’s melting will know