Beauty Blind

Splashes of color
Upon the white winter
That runs icy chill
Blotting out human feels

The wonderland lived
By freedom's weave
Put in blatant sight
By reflections bright

Thrust in and drugged
Dulled by weights lugged
None could have noticed
How slipped away peace

Paleness is gone
Left the colorful morn
A multitude hues
From red all to blues

In the dreamy spray
Of butterfly splay
Forgotten is whiteness
That once marked pureness

That cold winter chill
Of emptiness' hill
Carpeted by grass
A heaven meant not to last

Run through the fields
Up and down hills
Lost in the joy
Of temporary ploy

Till comes darkness' end
In the grip of one hand
To rip you back
To the white winter black