is

with every year wider she bloomed a little bit longer 
to the roof of the sky with outstretched hands 
she made friends with the sun, shared enemies with no one 
counted weeks like she should of counted days 
and swallowed handfuls of night so she could sleep tight 
and turn her thoughts from its stone cold ways 


she would love, and it wouldn't take part 
and every every day she would echo echo 
in every single way she should let go let go 
but it had her in its sights cupids icy arrows 


- Listener - Falling in love with glaciers