Frost upon the glass
Misty smoke from a morning chill
Rose from the protruding spire
And the sun, it broke, deep on the horizon
Awakening it’s renewed fire.
All along, upon my glass
sat crystal kisses of frost.
I stood and watched the day
Inch over what was lost
Oh, for the morning sung
It’s most beautiful, blissful song
Yet my eyes wandered to the glass
Knowing the time would soon be gone
For when the ice on the window,
Finally took to disappear,
It fell as the sun rose
A single iridescent tear.
At last I came to the realization
Watching the fractals fade away
I fought the clear drips of blood
The massacre from a new day.