Frost, it dances in crystalline forms
In a matrix pure and pigment free
Where souls find themselves amidst
No dimensions in a single plane
That has no limit, cold and blurred
There, in featureless world
Where a tapestry blankets tactile
The intangible that is seen afar
Will vanish in mortal warmth
Its intricate frigid transience
In sparkling darkness deep
There lies an unpercieved realm
Where spirits dance in silence
Free and unbound by stoic souls
Gliding on along basal planes