Nothing Can Grow Beneath the Snow

Into view, into collision,
the universe
holds its breath.
Out of phase, out of present;
past and future:
we see our deaths.

Worlds buckle, beneath the weight
the snow now melts to foster change.

Led astray by the compacts that we'd made (oh, letters from heaven reach only graves.)
Tredding softly to keep our feet dry (tears of the fallen drop to the sky.)

Changing: our reflections.
Taking: the verbal claws.
Tracing: our differences.
Facing: our very flaws.

Blossoming; yung minds are changed (but only after the strong turn the page.)
Trust in the young souls is no longer feigned (letters from the past- the future is saved.)

Do we dare, do we dare,
to disturb
the universe?
Do we dare, (do we?)
to disturb the universe?