We walked to the lake
Wind hitting my face
When she said "it reminds me of"
Of a memory
Stepping over ice
Cracking over sand
The wood chimes against the ear of my heart
The color calls me to my one and only place in time
Her shimmering eyes lay still on the shore
Burning fingers hold soft cheeks through an ice-blink
My burning fingers hold soft cheeks through an ice-blink
I promise I'll remember