Sirius

I hold you upon the descent of November,

a rapid candle-melting flame, come December.

We are lain upon snow which still refuses to fall,

I still refuse to wake and sleep you still attempt to stall.

Refusing to wake up and to go to bed,

a cycle repeating when sun refused to set.

Our feet now frozen past the point to ever melt.

We lie under a snowfall which time before had never dealt.

You sing and hear the creak of straw,

play music on the heart you still refuse to thaw.

Before the ending dawns, I use my frozen throat to crow

lullabies to you, from back when time still did not flow.