Come To Me Winter Grace Poem by Cambridge Keenan

Come to me, my ever mindful, winter grace,
I am wanton for you,
Bring blizzards and buzzards for,
I need your icy touch,
I long to walk naked in a desolate place,
And dance to the Lord,
Dance long and dance hard,
Until the numbness envelops me,
And gently lays me down,
On a bed of stinging ice,
And makes eternal love to me,
So as not even a lucid mind can reach me,
For I am no longer there,
Only scars remain,
Picked over by vultures...
Picked over by vultures.
I can now rest in peace,
Sweet and unhindered,
Free at last, soaring high
Pure peace I become you,
Pure peace I become you.