I bear them gently in my clear mind.
The ringing branches make me hear the doorbells
of yore rewind.
I dive into the depth of snowbanks,
And blizzard is about to do its part.
If I could hear you asking me to call back
somewhere at heart...
I clutch the sound to cherish my illusion,
I bear myself through ashes of the white -
Its crystals undergo the nuclear fusion
like groom and bride.