Hearts turn cold,
old
frozen in time
Feelings lost,
frost
no longer they rhyme

Days are long,
strong
are the currents that sweep
Minutes seize,
tease
as eyes do weep

Memories flood,
blood
from broken skin
Thoughts do blend,
mend
the soul within

Healing stings,
wings
are clipped once more
Singing stops,
blocks
the open door