The Heart of Winter is in no man’s land
It is not red, it is not white
It is completely bland
It has no shadow
No friend
No band
You look for its soul
But do not find
You go searching
its Homeland
You discover it is always in disguise
Yet it survives
How come?
What is the secret “heart of winter”?
Where do you get your gifts from?
How come you carry with you
So much river
So much blizzard
So much storm
Is that what keeps you alive?
Is that what makes you thrive?
You are well travelled I see
All the continents you have explored
All the cultures you have probed
Yet you have not altered at all
As unmoved as you are
Is there nothing we can do
To change you anymore?