Winter Chill is in the air
Snowflakes dancing slowly down...

Broken dreams, restless sleep
Smiling mask that inside weeps...

My eyes I give so you can see
The world the way I do...

With soft still words I part
From cries within my heart...

In my life a garden grows
Behind a faded fence...

Wish that I were
A poet's pen...

It would be so simple
To wipe away thy tears...

The lake's churning foam
Crashes on icicle rocks...

Shooting stars embroider dreams
Cloud collage not what it seems...

Gather ye lilies, Spring daffodils
Tie them up all in a spray...

Tears
Fall down...

This weary life in torture keeps
Angst and longing burned so deep...