As the Winter storm approaches
to cover my world in white
a blanket pure as fresh picked cotton
endless in my sight

I shall sit outside my mountain home
and watch it all unfold
a foot or more would warm my heart
if this old man's truth be told

See and hear the softest noise
in each flake's slow descent
a beautiful word
a symphony heard
inspiring event

I will close my eyes in prayer
as the final flakes are falling
and will be at rest
when the white is gone
for this day
is my calling

You lure me, the sweet scent of your love,
it's near I feel the presence, I'm so close
I can almost grab it.
I'm on the edge.
The tips of my finger feel the static
electrifying mist of your personality.
You have me in a trance; I'm trapped...
I can't break free.
A sudden clash between the rolling waves
and towering rocks give me a glimpse
of what is below and in the blink of an eye,
I plunge into that which awaits for me below.
This is a quick way to end it...
This way I don't have to put up with the fact
that no matter how far I reach and no matter
how much I want it I will never, not even in
my dreams, be able to have you in my arms.♥