I've known mornings white as diamonds
Silent from a night so cold
Such a stillness; calm as the owl glides
Our lives are buried in snow

I was sifting through the piles
In my hand a tangled thread
Each patient tug upon the snarl
Is a glimpse of what has been

Burdened bands gain strong hands
Gaping holes where diamonds should be
Must have been morning that stole them
A glint of white in the pocket of winter

Some hearts are ghosts
Settling down in dark waters
Just as silt grows heavy
And drowns with the stones

I've known mornings white as diamonds
Silent from a night so cold
Such a stillness; calm as the owl glides
Our lives are buried in snow