Winters crystal beauty, A token of affection, Void of warmth, A giant geode formed of frozen tears, Reflecting an inner light from somewhere Scattering shadows on the walls like some dark painting. I am held its trance, My eyes focused on the storm building within. The strange beauty it possess mesmerizes me, As the storm melts away, So do the fantasies of cold, The chills of playful fun, And in its place is the smile, which you have manufactured. Soon it will be lost, Among the clutter of oddities on a shelf, Covered with dust, Until the next time I see it, And my dreams of ageless winter is once again shaken, Within my old and shriveled hands.