| Snow Fields I am cold, frozen dead, like the world in winter. Snowflakes fall from above my head into a world of absolute dread and land softly without a sound. These snow fields I am trapped within seem to stretch on� forever. Icy fear that reflects the sin will it ever end�? �never! I am here in this dark, icy place� isolated and all alone. crystalline tears run down my face and fall to the ground of this snowy place, singing a song of sorrow. But just as I thought I was too far gone I began to realize: I began to see. Where I am now� with the melancholy song sung by the frigid air� This is what I am, but not what I will be. It may be a long time past tomorrow, but life will return to this desolate place. And soon� It will be springtime here, and in these barren snow fields wildflowers will bloom. --Emerald Eyes 5:49 PM March 7, 2001 Wednesday ***inspired by Zahra�s �I Know What�s Beneath the Snow Fields" |