Permafrost

Dawn breaks on your windowsill

The morning is quiet and still

There's not a sound

I see you sleeping there

Unawake, without a care

Above the ground

So sincere, yet I feel nothing

No meaning to life or loving

You passion burns hot like a fire

Burning heedless of this cost

You cannot burn away this ice

This heart bathed in permafrost

Out the gate and far away

Feeling nothing more to say

In this land of ice

Purity in streets of snow

I feel nothing more below

And it feels nice

Can you speak in tongues

And try and stop what has begun?

You passion burns hot like a fire

Burning heedless of the cost

It cannot burn away this ice

This heart bathed in permafrost

You cry and say that you need me

Without me you feel lost

No lament will ever change me

My heart lies in permafrost

And the dawn will come on fields white with snow

My funeral will come with embers all aglow

But not in black will my coffin be mourned

White as ice is the only color I'll have on

You passion burns hot like a fire

Burning heedless of the cost

It cannot burn away this ice

This heart bathed in permafrost

You cry and say that you need me

Without me you feel lost

No lament will ever change me

My heart lies in permafrost

Can you set the sky on fire?

Is that what you desire most?

Only cold fills my desire

All I seek is permafrost