• Through the icy winter forest,
    confined within the trees, yet so free
    amongst the flurries of snow
    drifting in the breeze.

    Spinning in the wind
    floating in my dreams,
    away from all the fears
    burning a hole in my reality.

    I'd love to stay frozen out here forever;
    my tears crystallizing into beads on my face.
    Dripping off, plopping down,
    making small spots in the snow.

    My footprints vanish as soon as they're made.
    The white flakes gather and form a blanket.
    As if to preserve their memory.

    Plopping down into the whiteness
    I close my eyes.
    Snow flutters down on me
    Covering me in cold.

    Preserving me in the memories
    of a winter dream of snow.