She is not of this world
Calling a place of white snow-caps and deep azure fire
Her distant past
How did this creature come to be here
In this world of black, grey, and a bit more grey?
That is a secret she will never tell,
Though the scars of journey and trial marr her skin
On a day like this, not too long ago,
When the pure white dusting on the ground reminded her of home
There was a melody, one that her ears had never heard
Though it sounded so achingly, painfully familiar
The emotion was immediate and brought crystal tears to her eyes
Where is it, why is it so, how could this be?
Those questions had found their way to that sound,
And the musician who had let the music flow
A young man of gold, and coal, and scarlet flames burning bright
He was magnificent. He was home...
He was all hers. He told her so with his
lips that crafted his sweetly haunting song
He filled the winter day with scorching warmth
And though the two of them could nev