Hibernation

How long must I yield to dormancy? These cells slow their churn While my mind drifts in brutal fancy Life's hope longs to burn Traps dot my path, eager to lance me Tissues beg to learn Skin recoils from the sting of cruel storms Resolve skips away Until even dignity transforms Slumber shapes my clay Your face shall conquer all data swarms Till my dying day I'll guide you home as you fly along My beacon rings true Perhaps Aunt Spring will hasten your song As she's prone to do Future's thaw kindles, crafting you strong In your vibrant hue