She Whispers the Winter Snow - The Autumns

Soft dripping glades

Sifting palisades

Of winter’s chilling whispers

She’s drifting seen

Waning in her dreams

Dull crescent, evanescent

You’re shivering

Soft spoken thin blue light

Smears your pale face

Frost cold gleam

Her fingers trace

Gently on my face

My white-gowned, sinful still sound

In frostwork sear

Hold me ever near

Delicately, quelling quickly

You’re shivering

Soft spoken thin blue light

Smears your pale face

Frost cold gleam

In your eminent eyes of mirth

A gleam

Passing peacefully over earth

I gather your arms

Close to mine

My gentle love

Softly swaying

Forever staying near

My love