Frozen Hope

My heart runs in cold blood,
And all daydreams do;
And the water of my thinking stream
A meager sapphire blue.

Then, eyes of coldest ice
Cross paths every day or two,
Silence running ahead, savage,
Lonely, as we do.

Defeated, my coldness then warm,
Never a fire does it hold true,
Yet coursing with its spring within
For hearts of plenty few.