Frozen Lanterns

“Lanterns flicker through the frost…”

Cracked rivers echo in the morning light,

Ghosts of warmth in the frozen white.

A sparrow weaves through the tangled pines,

Threading needles through frayed old lines.

Hold me close, where the stillness breathes,

Among the roots of broken trees.

I am lost in the spaces between,

What I was and what I’ve seen.

Shadows stretch on the amber waves,

The quiet speaks, but the echo stays.

A winter sun burns the skies to gray,

Melting pieces of another day.

Fingers trace the edge of the night,

A fragile seam where dark meets light.

I’ll follow the ash where the lanterns lead,

Through the snowfall, through the reeds.

Hold me close, where the stillness breathes,

Among the roots of broken trees.

I am lost in the spaces between,

What I was and who I’ve been.

“Lanterns flicker through the frost,

Searching for all that’s been lost…”