Helena

A cold wind blows, it brings out my seer, sudden like shining snow, pearl doves arch above, nothing else comes near, breasts blaze with love, shimmer in work clothes, my smile is not a fear, there are no antidotes, along my weather front, even if I take a beer, fly to those who give, their visions blown, they need some cheer, lifetimes left to grown, find the will to shrug, whatever ails me here, engage another lover, I design you know, in these killer years, sail from stern to bow, let me it make clear.