Frozen Flowers

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When soaring ash came to my soul
The Moon was bright
The frozen flowers on the glass
In window light

Told me how I can warm my soul
With a cup of tea
But can I seek and can I wait
Eternity

How hard to not become insane
Waiting for a tide
Melt frozen patterns on the glass
In window light

Where prowling shadows scratch the glass
Like uncut straw
And strings cry feeling drooping grass
I try to draw

This picture but my awkward skill
Won't allow it
Melt frozen patterns by my will
On moonlight's grid