Imperfection

Once upon a fragment of eternity
To whom these thoughts belong
Would last partake in the relish of eternal silence

Yet frost sits thick upon the hopeless sick
And within the darkened soul of endless night sits deluded light in the dead of winter
She who domains the eternal bodies help this unmoving ice to release that of most illogical feeling

To release restriction upon useless inhibition and the barriers of sanity in illusion
That lingers despite the bite
Imagining that of a summer night
Without a fight
Breathing in only for breath to sight

Cascade swiftly from perceived light
With full embrace into Dark taste
Satiate, life.

Hunt the stars whose illusion has been lost like innocence
Lounge upon an illuminated face, that changes with version
Her touch is antibiotic to frozen limb

For within, It's always Spring
So polar from the frozen face
In Darkness flowers broom with grace

But opening...
Only allows the refraction of icicles along vision
Snow on the ground

There are no Seasons.