Crystal

What it takes is what you see
Frozen falling over me Like crystal fracturing apart
You know the end is just the start
Of howling winds kick up the
Slapping waves of pointed
Snarling fins of crystal
Slice against the skin that longs for spring
Still entranced by what we see
Stretching splintered imagery
It’s tracing houses, roads and faces
Floating up and over
Howling winds kick up the
Slapping waves of pointed
Snarling fins of crystal
Slice against the skin that longs for spring
We know we don’t see in front of us There’s a warning on the radio