Eternal Winter
Eternal Winter
As you stand in that lonely field,
snow falling in drifted memories,
chilled winds collecting in the corners of your mind,
footprints leading neither here nor there
in wandering dance steps
to a sorrowed tune
hearing monochrome clouds whisper
words in echoes of torment
that never seem to end,
lingering somewhere in the past,
on this cold December morning
when the day feels as if it is your last.
Know that as you gaze to the heavens,
leaving frozen teardrops scattered
on the stark white landscape,
this warmth you feel wrapping
tenderly around your shoulders,
caressing your heart in springtime promises is me.
Floating on a tiny snowflake
amidst the many crystalline forms,
yet glistening brighter,
finding you, touching you,
loving you, on even the coldest days
of this eternal winter
Happy first day of winter
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