Departure

My ember, so suddenly, turned to frost
That evergreen of spiritual meaning
Transcendent flames of innocence consoled
Now I worry of being singed by red,
and yellow sweeps pieces of trust away

Impressions are baptized in winter snow,
while ravens of shrewdness pour from the clouds
My eyes cannot bear this contradiction
The words etched on my heart speak differently
than the pages of the books I once read