Winter

Serenity, painted on white canvas,
what a beauty to behold,
and as I watch looking in,
I can even feel the cold.

Arctic heart frozen inside.
Never to feel,
Never to know.

I walk in the painting picturing,
the falling soft snow,
I see the snowflakes and their designs,
cold hearts on show.

Empty desert bitter and wide,
Never to hear,
Never to see.

A frozen ocean lies before me,
A thousand miles to walk
yet thousands of miles to face
Nothing but ice around to see,
as I walk alone with the chilling winds that chase.

Alone.
Cold.
With a snowflake for a heart.

I will find warmth again someday,
I will find someone who cares.