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Cold winds come 
bring 
white ice, the moon drifts 
over sleeping lands 
High it rides a singular eye
watching all in the frost tonight  
my feet are cold eternally numb 
the snow is deep familiar thoughts come 
of home 
Of family 
of friends 
And Fireplaces
warm familiar faces
Of holidays
Of escapades
And memories 
Of hollow graves
Of nightmares dark
Desolations plains
Alone 
My thoughts come 
The fire burns 
warming my hollow soul
Eternal winds cuts deep my skin
Finds every hole in this old coat
Sleet blowing out behind me 
finding every opening of my will
it chills my very core
Tracing icy fingers down my spine 
looking into the depth of indigo night
 in heaven stars burn 
the quiet Death of my humanity 
On the asphalt 
the ice is black
Or its were crimson pools, infinity 
Stretching out before me 
where my mind quietly 
keeps each gentle memories 
Each burnt tragedy 
each gently lingering
some shadows cold
Some lights are bold
But
images of you now
and then
Of golden times
of in Riding High 
richer times 
Deeper hues
almost forgotten 
but not lost 
to me
I linger here n there in indigo 
I stand where my soul dares
its where I remain 
I sit and reflect 
into places where 
my mind quietly keeps 
gentle memories that linger
in my sleep
Or haunt my nightmares
as a cold wings come 
and bring white ice 
As the moon drifts higher over head
my eternal gaze
Rises high to meet a singular eye
sliver in tone 
I watch it all in the frosted night 
I feel numb as the snowy 
shadows flair
Over a snowbound land
I dare

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