Separate Snakes Poem by Wes Thompson

wipe the ashes from your eyes
and I'll find a nice place to grow old
when the world feels so whole
you find the robin makes his nest
and in my wings, I'll let you rest

ripples kept by winter's ice
take comfort in a wise man's breath
they know by spring, they'll run again
for now they halt time's test
and in my wings, I'll let them rest

lips get pulled apart at once
but a moment's not to be undone
a single frame, in amber, locked
abiding light that blinds the best
and in my wings, our love may rest