An Ember's Light Amid the Frost

Forget those words, cold, distant calls Penned to lead you o’er the falls Toward blank white emptiness below Hush now, your gurgled snarl vile drool of fettered rage Your words have not yet come of age Yet they burn in flameless fire Purging all but one desire One word, that word, that perfect tone Leave it there, a diamond lost, Upon the edgeless yellow page An ember’s light amid the frost