Cold in the Night

The night is beautiful as I stare at the sky,
And it reminds me somehow of your eyes.
So I wonder if, wherever you are,
You are looking up at these same stars.

The snow is cold, but I cannot feel anything;
I can only hear the song that the night sings.
The full moon’s light falls down just like tears,
And, darling, I can almost feel you here.

All at once I am desperate, so lost and so cold
Though not from winter’s iron-ice hold.
I am caressed by winter’s fingers, its frost in my veins
But I know that this chill is just not the same.

I want nothing more than to be lost in this icy hour,
To disperse into a million pin-prick frost-flowers.
Perhaps then I could be warm again, dear,
For I am bitter and frigid without you here.