It Could Be Warmer Love If I'm Honest

Ice on windows, static as dead feathers That is how I see our lives, love, right now Yes, it's still beautiful love, it weathers But it could be much more; it could be snow Piling up at the door, it could be clouds Whirling in the mountains forming rainbows Could be the place white-water rapids joust Where the trout wore spotted waistcoats. It could be those unblemished dew drops Be those tears of laughter when love was strong And pure like a bubbling spring-like sutras Read in medieval time's condensed—song! It could be warmer love if I'm honest Be more affectionate, as you promised.