the snow was licking your skin

open and glistening with pale shine, a hellebore blooming under the darkest night

petals of white falling on your face

blossoming with sunspots, gleaming with morning chill

I took you with me, on the highest peak

where no one could see your shivering dreams

pulled out from your mind with tender fingers

splayed under your feet, pressed to my nightmares

I lost myself in the blind night

your bright lantern carried before us as we treaded

the paths unattended and forgotten moors

dancing among ghosts and wild spirits

iron shackles shattering under the touch of swelling shadows

roots of the old eating the rowan binds

we enchant the freedom - her fingers running with dew

tears on our cheeks - melted ice and rain-soaked moss

nestled under our hearts

with green and black

with sunspots and morning chill