Rose On Frosted Glass

The world is covered by snow Sometimes on the ground one can see a hungry crow Eerily desolated looks forest meadow Only real sign of life is wolf on the prowl hidden in the shadow Jack Frost creates bizarre shapes on the glass With freshness of snow they look like real grass Shapes like stars inside human brain slowly form on the glass One can see icicles expand like neurons or ivy on the glass as time will pass The light of both real stars and once forged by frost on the window’s plane Enhances the view of the many corridors of forged by it brain The thousands of ice created boughs the drawing will contain They are like hoarfrost shining diamonds forming branches or blood vessels vein by vein The shapes are made by cold ice with no heart fire The most vibrant is energetic but still cool brilliant sapphire Even roses forged on glass are silver spellbinding but love don’t inspire They will turn red, alive and heartwarming when in soul will burn desire But the heart must burn with loving fire The spirit must inspire With fire from which beyond noting is immeasurable fire that only soul can aspire Nothing is greater of existing not existing and beyond that is the awe of soul fire Not even that but nothing can be greater period in all echoes Then your spirit will revive that of the rose The spring will come back and end the sorrows And sweet smell of rose will greet your nose