Sea ran dry

I look down the road of white snow,
a path so clear of pain and hate.
I hold my head high and feel the breeze,
the air flowing of sweet fresh pine.

The evergreens tower high above,
moaning with the wind.
Singing their pain and passion,
just as I do in the cold loneliness.

My memories of nothing infect my thoughts,
killing my dreams like a battle.
Once again I fall into despair of what I wish,
what I need in my life.

Love is what they call it,
but to me..
I have lived so long with pain,
that the ocean itself would need to cry.

To cry itself dry before I smile,
smile again and open my heart.
To sing my dreams to another,
to kiss the lips of tender skin.

But for now I walk alone,
down the abyss of a mystery.
Holding my heart high,
hoping I can stay strong.