Hidden in my eyes, a season of ice

Hidden in my eyes, a season of ice, With frost-flowers in my hushed chest, A hope passes through the barren branches, A frozen dream that has become overly quiet. A silver river that parts my life, Flows beneath crystals pondering in the cold, I await a sign, a ray to rouse me, In the morning when the gentle poet watches. A star ignites through the heart's long night, With a thread of melancholy, it binds me to eternity, I wish for peace to rise softly in my soul, Like a tale written in the light of the bewitched star. I soar across skies with wings of silence, Among clouds of light snowfalls now, The dream carries me, floats in mystery, Each heartbeat is a sonorous echo. I traverse a dream lost in silent times, With steps of mist over slumbering lakes, In every breeze, I feel a song that binds, Reality and dream, in my sweet glacial night.