Bounding - Ice Choir

Wound agape the blade

Sear’ed heart

Bound for…

Wilted melody, rusted prose

Darkening the mind, my beast through snow

Now, trapped at last

On and on, through endless vast

New scenery swells

Tides of discontent

Guide my arc of flight

Bend the compass arm

And steer me clear of harm (ony)

You, my fading song

Tatter’ed cloth

Hang on

Needled cliffs will turn

To fields of felt;

A quilted earth

From cell to cell

New bitter desires

Told my guilt

«Be still awhile»

Vice, cold in the vein

Whispering backwards in the rain

Elysian and false

So guide my arc of flight

Bend the compass arm

And steer me clear of harm (ony)

I want your love

Or isolate control

A fractured shape

Some silhouetted goal…

…I'm bounding back my love

Guide my arc of flight

Bend the compass arm

And steer me clear of harm (ony)