Slipping silver mist along my windowpane, sinking slow into silence beneath the faceless sky

Softly sighing syllables, I watch my breath ascend then fade, shaping secret constellations where my thoughts still lie

Salt-stained silhouettes resting in the corners, frail and thin as spider’s thread, stretching past the fire’s end

Furled inside the folds of threadbare sheets I listen, skin remembering warmth I don’t intend to defend

Softer now, the hush is folding in, folding in

Tracing lines of sense I can’t begin, can’t begin

Frost creeps through my fingertips

Spirals, spins, and settles in

Frost creeps through my fingertips

Seeps and slowly settles in

Faint and frozen filigree, tracing veins I used to know, sifting sorrow soft as feathers falling on my wrist

Faraway the laughter lives, muffled in a crystal hush, shadows dancing – everything dissolves to drifting mist

Slumber’s silent summons wears my edges thin, snowbound softness swirling at the threshold of my skin

Fragmented and fragile, I surrender to the sluice, each shiver stitching silence, every sense reduced

Softer now, the hush is folding in, folding in

Tracing lines of sense I can’t begin, can’t begin

Frost creeps through my fingertips

Spirals, spins, and settles in

Frost creeps through my fingertips

Seeps and slowly settles in

Stillness finds me—sudden clarity descends

Suspended in surrender, I let go of where I end

Frost creeps through my fingertips

Spirals, spins, and settles in

Frost creeps through my fingertips

Seeps and slowly settles in

(Sigh into the frost, sigh into the night)

(Frost creeps... through my fingertips)