Frozen At Night

violent bristles of the tree equal to my hearts state, rattling,with images of she how can one accomodate .   it seems absurd to rearrange, ones palace of boundless love. to make any simplistic change causes crying like of a dove.   seasons always shift too late always like ones personality, a palace door that locks its gate , as ours to theirs open casually.   new beginnings arent at ease always something to be apeased, So let it surely be another good night. For my angel that places me in misery.