Her kiss like putting your lips on an iron railing
a frost-bitten morning.
Her eyes were icy stars in the coldest of nights
in the tranquillity of the meaningless.
A beauty flawless.
Her body unbending as an ice maiden in winter forest
her lips had spots of cardinal crystal.
Futile, my attempt or resurrection.
I struck a match in the vast silent night and was free.
In the glade, among roses of gold,
my new love waited,
Hand in hand we walked to where the day begins