Winter a Poem by Jeremy Matthews

So cold you can feel the bones. Spirit coming home, the water solidifies the fire of spirit sanctifies as the water of soul evaporates from the body. The eternal fire of spirit gives the body its last resting place in the age of winter, dreams are the spark of life giving life beyond life like wind fueling the flames on a burning ship reaching the beginning and end, becoming the same in the dead of winter. The noble king has danced with a river of fire with his own waters of life beneath his feet.