One Less Hero

I had forgotten Winter In a stranger's land drawn in his hand, He never explained that burden. Coldest Season of the heart... My lines between lost souls and love Weep to remember the ending of that warmth... All those gentle fools Who mistake passion for reason and desire; They count out faith in brass coin Like the buttons on their uniforms... Tokens of the miser in us all.. I had forgotten Winter; The silver tracing on empty windows In the darkling hours alone And the silent tracing of sorrows Down a young woman's cheek Whose memories will grow no older Than this day. I had forgotten Winter; One empty chair before a fire In between the spaces of missing conversation... And one more entry in the Family Bible.. Stare into a dying fire - Commiserate with us all Because suddenly, it is meaningless... I had forgotten Winter.