Mask & Shield

The world is silent.
Static.
My breath puncturing the
swelling perfusion of perfection.
Tranquility.
A few month's worth of triumph
for all fair.

The heavens opening up
and masking all impurities with a
veil of all white
blinding brilliance
Gleaming in the sun, a spotlight,
showing off its
sparkling innocence
Resting on three seasons of
submission to temptation
after a long journey from the top of the
sun burnt, lonely sky.

Warping time and space,
there are no laws for the
distances between the lovely
tufts of dancing snow.
There is no sound,
No sight,
Just touch.
The harsh cold overpowering,
taking over the warm greens underneath,
turning them to their true dull browns,
but leaving me, untouched,
unsure of where I fall
among this grand mass of
immaculate beauty and covered darkness.

Reducing me to my simplest form, able to
act upon nothing, for nothing but
curiosity. Curiosity pulling me closer to
this mask.
Enveloping me from the knees down
until I am laying,
laying within in it.

All is white within the
small hollow I have made for
myself and no others.
My breathe is still now,
swallowed by
the layered walls of snow
and ice around me

The air swarming my face
looking for comfort,
looking to forget the
absence of the sun's heat.

But it is too late,
I am one with the mask,
the shield.
I am lost to all,
and I have been found.
I hear,
I see,
I feel,
like never before.
I live.