The winds blow the hair where it does not wish to go
These unchangeable forces can not be changed
The fear of the unknown grips us all
Who is to defy it?
Is it me?
No
I will sit
I will remain here
I will not try to change what cant be
I am no different and will fail where others have
And the wind blows the hair where it does not wish to go

as the sun rises and the warm rays light the sky the ice begins to melt,

gentle white snow flakes still fall from a single cloud,

they find a warm place to land and change form,

it feels like its been so long since they have felt the warmth,

from their birth  to their long awaited warm demise they dont fear this end,

they found something warm and they are finally happy

Your eyes shine in the dark like the stars that illuminate the night sky,

Seemingly close yet ever so far away,

Id give the world to get close enough to kiss the starry night sky.

Your presence warms every thing around you like the sun heats the planets,

Powerful enough to heat millions of miles away,

Id sacrifice it all to hold the brilliant warm sun in my arms one last time.

A gentle ripple disturbs the serene lake,

The lake is unconscious to this unfamiliar feeling,

The ripple grows and grows each ring surpassing the last,

The lake acknowledges its visitor with a soft watery embrace,

It has been so long since this lake has known the touch of another,

The lake is ecstatic about this forgotten feeling,

The ripple dissipates into nothingness,

Once again the sad lake sits alone.

An Icy chill freezes these veins that once ran hot,

Ignorance is bliss that rule should not be forgot,

This truly is a frigid December night,

Blind following others with out sight,

How could I be so naive to think I was unique,

The fire remains but frozen like the winter creek,

Does this creek thaw in the warm spring sun,

I dont know if it will if I cant trust anyone.

The winter winds whip this old battered tree

eyes long and limbs at the breaking point

how much longer will it stand

what gust will rip its roots up and send this tree falling to the frozen ground below

A harsh blow to the old tree

fitting though the tree frozen to the core should end its life on the frozen ground

Sinking in my bed I feel rooted like the majestic oak,
I Stare at the the ocean in my ceiling as it dances for me,
Its night but the sun glistens off the golden waves,
Laughter peirces my ears and in this moment I know happiness.