With eyes the color of morning 

A feeling of Winter leaching from her bones

Something brittle broken melting streams

She reached for warmth raining in her dreams

She saw the Summer sun in a field of light

Luxurious golden bouquet of roses lit

Desire a riddle buried deep inside of it

A pale fire was burning like the world about to end

In her heart the Night was mourning 

With her eyes the color of morning