LemonNinja

I shield my eyes from the tempest as they wince from ice and wind. A plain white sheet of landscape lies before me like a dream. The only landmarks trees, striped of all their leaves, lead me past the snowbanks as I look for thee. The only source of color in a shifting field of void, a perfect rose flourisher where normal life avoids. I fall upon my knee's at the beauty my eyes sees, and my hand trembles as I reach for you.