Winter Lachrymose

The snow came down
Completely null of all spite.
From the far reaches of heaven
Rained down the myriad whites.

Their meager bodies floating,
Meandering around one another
Just skirting my skin
The caress of a mother.

The beauty comes at once
Deep into lachrymose eyes
An untouched, antebellum world
devoid of paints and dyes

And all around I hear
The silent threnodic call
The numbed fear I felt of death
Now meant nothing at all.

This is my paradise
This icy sepulchral vale
Lay down upon my face the lace
of the frozen sugarcane veil.