I am the ice princess My feelings lie buried deep Oh, I have the usual anger and hurt An occasional touch of mirth to lighten the load. But where is the wellspring of love The compassion that reaches beyond self to others And lights my lamp for my friends? Snow lies deep The streets are silent An occasional plow passes by. For a time all our activity is on hold And I have time to ponder ... I think of Buffalo the city And its winter of snow and deserted streets And of buffalo the animal And the deserted plains The starving Indians finding only remains Of the mighty herd that fed and clothed them for generations Why did the White Man do such things? And I think of a deserted village From an earlier time Where wealth accumulates and men decay Now the wealth itself is ebbing And the people are confused. I think of the City and the Stars Unchanged for a million years As man has conquered the mystery of life itself But lost the dream. Scattered thoughts in the silent evening As I realize my feelings are deep Perhaps I need no prince to bring flame to my heart But a quiet space between my thoughts. And heart, mind, spirit are really one.