As Snaffling By The Snow Fall

as the life a journey by the years the boat when rocked up alone the age even jolts by the air on sea shore even when jilted by ocean seemingly off shore but feeling changes yet we are as we were a shift paradigm inevitable by earthly sojourn. Even when frigid by the freaks of snow fall Never yet rigid by the frame of iron The soldier attired by the time on command Marches ahead leading kindly light of old stone They shed tears by the golden memories Blood yet splashes from vein by the shadow Birds holds it breath intense by the dead night The fire resounds in graveyard and beholds Still I run on road as I am always busy spewing artless breath from within virtual smiles beneath and beyond beauty when veiled from the blushes refrained gloss when freaked by snaffling through snow fall the query on the window thrown in to the world