Ice

A man turned to stone on an island of ice
When twice the passion was a sudden loss
And memories bloomed on sun lit crests
Of mountains made of frost

No delight was found in hearts of Kings
Their Kingdom a shadowed grey pale light
No mornings warm, no voices ring
All lie still in the silence of night

No warm hands to touch the heart
Or grieve at a moments passing
When throats are silent, and lips are dry
No love could be ever-lasting

And it's true, a story could change it's pace
Or lay dormant in our mind
When what we have is what we need
And what we want, can never find

A man turned to stone on an island of ice
When twice the passion was a sudden loss
And memories bloomed on the sun lit crests
Of mountains made of frost.