Across the folds of time
Whispered dreams are carried
To be recalled again,
And fervent hopes lie dormant
Awaiting their chance 
To take flight once more.
With her silken lips
And an iron fist
The tightened reins
On hopes and dreams 
Are pulled full tight, again.
Surrounded by her, I am alone,
And though her touch could heal me,
I am trapped in this icicle of self.
My sould melting until, 
Like the snowman,
All that remains is the coal.
A diamond in the rough.