Snow Like Wool by Ronnie Martin

From the Womb of the Morning, The Dew of Your Youth Will Be Yours by Ronnie Martin

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Snow Like Wool
by Ronnie Martin

Album: From the Womb of the Morning, The Dew of Your Youth Will Be Yours

Adrift on the brink of a shivery winter rink
Foxes flee in spades
Low glance undressed, mysteries woeful, unconfessed
You might hear the means of a melody
That will tease the seams of threads unwoven

Come with me, our hands are clasped to dream of dreams
And ever will our hearts be full
If white may fall the snow like wool

Cannot run away while the wintry whisps are playing
Nor with steed and sleigh
Frost fills the veins, more astounding than estranged
You will animate, make believe, create
Present feeble drifts of hope unwoken