Blue Snow

Standing here all I can feel is the wind blowing away my memories of our friendship, reveries and sacred compassion. Standing here all I can see is a fading shadow walking further away from me. Standing here all I can hear is nothing but silent echoes of your charming voice. Standing here all I can sense is blue snow slowly running down my tender skin, all I can feel is a numbing pain for loss has consumed my inner fire, slowly dimming like the stars at night.