The earth is cold

The earth is cold,

The skies are dark,

The grass still white with frost,

Snowflakes all around

But as they unfold,

They got caught

From the ice that the winter has marked.

The trees were restless and

So were their hearts.

The edge of dawn,

That’s where they would meet.

A half a sound of a silent life,

Filled with humour and poetry,

trying to avoid the sorrows and pain.

As the soldier comes,

Strong and broken,

Yet sailing across the bluest seas,

Trying to change history,

A lord of war,

Trying to find her.

She would lie there,

An angel of darkness,

effortlessly herself.

Pieces shattered,

like a broken doll

Almost close enough to touch,

But yet time wouldn’t be enough.

Frozen they would hold their breaths,

Till the seasons would change,

And the planets collide,

Creating the warmth and beauty

The edge of dawn where they would meet

And their hearts melt.

Where time stands still

And forever young,

Their hearts grow old,

Together as one.