Appearance Poem by Energetic Sloth

The steps of struggle fade behind me.
Filling their spaces with a sorrowful cold
Each tread between the structures of the north
begin to become more and more unstable,
It's painful.

I remember a time this scene came to life,
A time that had this very white and silver
on the ground near my burning toes.
Yet, it wasn't cold then, but numb
My eyes draw close to a stray flame
A flame unknown to my imagination.
A spark flies, grazing my cheek
then my heart starts to beat.

Why do you give me a smile?
Why can I get so close?
It's warm, too warm for my mind.
The treads begin to feel easy
Like dancing at a ball with someone
She's strange and foreign to my mind.

That flame is a terrible influence
on the pure rational of the mind.
It's no longer snowing
It's no longer cold
It's a different scene
Why?

A twist of my neck to my side
The flame got so close.
The burning pain isn't what her name says
She's healing my contorted chest.

She kept by my side throughout winter
Flickering in and out, burning evermore
Glowing brighter than that blasted star high above.
It's a nice plains, filled with meadows
beyond the reaches of my imagination.
She's present within it though
A flame tangled into fingers
It's all warm.

There's no need to tread
Just a lowering of the shoulders is good
Keep walking your walk, she'll be there
By my side until the very end.

You, me, always.