“if i had fallen from isolation into a storm”

if i had fallen from isolation into a storm
one that was cold and wearied so my form
i would curl together and hum to myself
and find the tune that mended best my health
i would be like a dewdrop, become a snowflake
and pressed inside myself, a wintry snowflake
and as i pressed i would find them all
the actress, lover, friends that call
who i’ve walked with, and so i’ve laughed with
so i could remember walking gently in the snowdrift
and recall what love had done to warm me
so i could feel the sun, in an arctic ice sea
and just remember them all, for a wind-split moment
let the torrent of time grow slow, despondent
and if i pressed harder i would find the hearth
that glows with love, when bridal-veil hits earth
and tell the princes, paupers and heavy pockets
that i can hold not a dollar, in this wintry snowdrift
but i can hold out a tune, that has no limits
which is not bound by sounds or mathematics
but of which the passing snow deer hear
and stop that moment and come more near
to huddle around the frozen snowflake
who recalls the dewdrop, before the snow came
the illuminating lady, before the self-fame
and now a snowflake in a wintry snow-plain
humming mother nature’s son
and as i hum the more they come
to bid adieu the freeze of daydreams
to split to pieces the tormenting breezes
that come as i wish, dew-wish, of solemn seasons
of promised summers that caught the dewdrop
from isolation fallen into a storm
at least i can sing to keep my heart warm
if i had fallen from isolation into a storm