White Light

In snowy unpigmented drape Wintry withdrawn world waits for the warm kiss of the Icelandic day, Through the long lonely valley the elevation blows the glacial gale to cheer the deep solemn solitude Over the bare upland, a pious sunbeam plays When the heartless west extends its blast but the stormy north sings sleet, All the field lay bound beneath A crispy integument of snow, It withers all in silence to expose the earth And show its susceptible skeleton life I walk to crash crunch beneath my feet to see a dancing darkness in vivid blue, In an ecstasy the earth drink the silver lukewarm sunlight, The beast or bird in their covert rest but leafless trees resemble my fate A lonely robin with its burning breast Sits in subtle sweetness of the sun, How ruby banner of poppies spread where the lilies fell asleep but The rose’s hearts are beating still When the fresh sap of earth finesse the flaxen flowers, The snowflakes swarmed in the yard to beat the feeble window panel When, I step in warm chamber, I wonder how like me the grief worn threshold stone was? I am the distorted and shivering shadow upon the dim lighted ceiling The colorless clusters of lackluster stars ornaments the night bride, The lenient liquid moon slides through bare black branch as a chamber corner draft swept the night stand The cruciform contour of winged craving took a fleety flash flight, I swear to keep every sweet promise under a warm furry blanket of seed prospect, God pity all those homeless souls

We filter out pain into this pathetic prison of faux humor.