Silently the frozen gnome 
Toiled and tallied in the fridge 
Dwelling in his icy home 
Dreaming of a golden kid 

A sunny child with sandy hair 
A creature wild, a creature fair 
A fantasy, a mystery 
A dream become reality 

With sudden brightness 
She burst forth 
Penetrating his icy fort 
Brandishing a Vorpal Blade 
Icy coldness to waste she laid 

An infinite Nowness 
A new Start 
The infinite Oneness 
Warmed his heart 

Then fantasy fades; the Dream, gone 
But the taste of warmth lingers on 

And the frozen gnome? 
He sings warm songs 
And dreams of days 
That are yet to come