Sun Sun.

Sun.

I need light, and warmth
to melt me

from the iced anger that had
frostbitten my lonely mind

I want to float away
be pushed and pulled by the oncoming
welcoming waves of a dark sea

where my terrors of night
 will linger no more
over my tired head

and the sound of the sea horn
will announce the end

of Lady Winter's reign
on the land
on the men and women of land

on my scrapped soul
mended by and healed

by You.