Waters become so deep in this frigid night.
Endless dreams come with might.
Embraced but still moving wind,
Only surrounding within.
As soft to tough, fingers hold so much.
Abreast in saturated Ice, covers this so called life.
Entrapped emotions release ones conclusion,
Of how bitter cold this desecrated place may be.
A majestic surrounding of deep intimacy,
Submersing the surface of gasping breaths.
By N@P