An old poem of mine I just stumbled across. Seems fitting.
When the winter of your soul refuses to thaw as sunglow graces the breadth of the sky
And your supple lips have no strength to smile though radiant embers illuminate your face,
Be still and remember: the brilliant rays of light obscure.
The moon dresses in shades of gray and stars hide their incandescence,
But against the blackened somber night, the veiled emerges and comes to life.
So sink softly into those languid days and unearth your masked luminosity.
A warm breath will soon melt your frosted soul.