Ice Wine

I'd hate to leave you while we still combine
An unready bud ripped from the flower spine
And I'd hate to leave you like the eyelash that flew
Never seen again but as a wish for you

The bones they are trees not our enemies
When they wave in the wind and grind their brittle teeth
And I collect their skin. Yes I need their bark
For my new kind of hide in my new kind of dark

These fruits that we have grown have froze
Heavy on the vine
Winter brew is born from the temporal and rime
The thicket and the thistle cry new kind of wild
Drink up to new dead and new alive

I'd hate to leave you like a setting sun
When the minutes and hours have all but added up
And I strike this tinder as an oath and a vow
Winter is wild. I'd hate to leave you now

These fruits that we have grown have froze
Heavy on the vine
Winter brew is born from the temporal and rime
The thicket and the thistle cry new kind of wild
Drink up to new dead and new alive