The color of cold melts still,
inside the pit of a soul,
A sun key to the lonely door,
nears the frosty keyhole.

The young door glitters sapphire,
sparkles of the moment.
A deep river runs with heat,
the gem chills beneath the ointment.

A land filled with frozen tears,
sealed behind a heart's door.
The cool moon glows yonder,
the key melts the blue core.