Freeze Me

Oh icy storm, glaze over my heart
So that I may be so still as the
Lit lamppost outside shining through the cold.
So immobile that icicles should
choose to drip lovingly from me
as my brightness makes them
more beautiful than I am alone in the day.
So solid shall I be that no
weather weight could crush me,
no cutting wind could move me,
and no gusts could make me sway.
Let me be a beacon warning
to all who may shiver in the night:
Ice can give you nothing more than
frozen dreams and fragile might.