And so the war begins
between once-dreamed, warm ideals
and today’s cold, harsh reality
creating a massive front
A dark storm cloud
begins to drop its contents
into a heart
A stinging hellstorm
loud, relentless,
icy, destructive, and as
the turmoil draws down
all that remains
is the space between
Heartspell 
The cold of reality has produced many a stormy days when it meets the warm of dreams….love the way you’ve presented this.