Beneath the Winter Ice

by In All Our Years

within the deepest cold,
there lives the most beautiful thing,
in all the world just waiting to be found-

but when winter moves in,
removing warmth from the waning fall-
snow arrives, slowly, silently, becomes great, covers all-

yet sun continues to shine-
a beacon for those to seek and find.

within the deepest cold,
there lives the most beautiful thing,
in all the world, just waiting to be found.

but I will find you,
my promise to all before who have have tried,
who have failed- who have died-

but should the cold consume me,
cover me,
smother me until I am no more,
I will not stop until you are there next to me, again.

This is my promise,
my plight, my joy, my place-
Till winter ice is no more-

within the deepest cold,
there lives the most beautiful thing,
in all the world, just waiting to be found-