Snow Silence

Out of the snow crowned and ice capped mountain cave I stride
In to gentle crunching blankets of soft white with no divide
Between that which I step on and that of the birthing clouds
Above that seem so close. They seem to move as shrouds.
Undefined by silver line and slipping which ways where
As deeper parents come to release that which they bear
And as they do small diamond clusters fall like downie feathers
Whisping to and fro, all in air and round my fetters.
The clink of them around my ankles and wrists the only sound
In this bleak April cold which noise is smothered in the ground
For I can see some movement in the distance to my east
But then a stillness silenced by the falling which does not cease.
Kept so long in darkness that this light around seems blinding
And shapes too hard to identify are clouded while reminding
Was I ever here and just the covering white dequises
Or is it that this place so farmilure is new and timeless?
Before an answer comes a shape did there appear before me
Of a woman in a gown of silk and satin, soft and lovely
Saying not a word from red lips on unblemished skin
Only touching shackles that have kept me in my sin.
They disappeared and I felt though they were never there at all
A feeling of remorse no longer held me in withdrawl
And she looked in my eyes and she took me by my hand,
Layed a kiss upon my cheek and led me to another land.