Iceflowers

Ice upon a flower, let it grow upon the mist,
and dance upon lilies and melt in your night.
I know a rose that is equal in your charm,
and let it come to me in the close of your arms.

I am the stone in which your dreams come true,
and I come calling to you in the rose of my scent.
Oh flower of mist, come calling to my sage,
of honey bees and drippings of dew upon my rage.

I am the lover of which butterflies awake,
to tell of a story of all in their wake.
Come calling, oh flower upon a lake,
and tell me of a time when your love will awake.

Take me far away to a place that I can stand,
and in the instant you grow, let me fall upon my hands.
I am ice in you, my rose upon the ice,
of flowers that come naked and flowers upon the night.