Soft dripping glades
Sifting palisades
Of winter's chilling whispers

She's drifting seen
Waning in her dreams
Dull crescent, evanescent

You're shivering
Soft spoken thin blue light
Smears your pale face
Frost cold gleam

Her fingers trace
Gently on my face
My white-gowned, sinful still sound

Hold me ever near
Delicately, quelling quickly

You're shivering
Soft spoken thin blue light
Smears your pale face
Frost cold gleam

In your eminent eyes of mirth
A gleam
Passing peacefully over earth

I gather your arms
Close to mine
My gentle love

Softly swaying
Forever staying near
My love