Our lives are buried in snow

I’ve known mornings

white as diamonds
silent from a night so cold
such a stillness
calm as the owl glides
Our lives are buried in snow


I was sifting through the piles
in my hand a tangled thread each patient tug upon the snarl
is a glimpse of what has been

Burdened bands gain strong hands
gaping holes where diamonds should be
must have been morning that stole them
a glint of white in the pocket of winter

And some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones

Some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones

I’ve known mornings
white as diamonds
silent from a night so cold
such a stillness
calm as the owl glides
our lives are buried in snow
our lives are buried in snow