The window creaked. I heard the breeze

My mind was what I must gently ease



I grabbed a pen, trying to write something worthwhile

I turned on the radio, and cracked a smile



I sat at my desk, thinking of themes

But I drifted off as I wrote, sweet dreams



I went to a land of magic and splendor

Though part of me says I'm just a pretender



It's Spring and I can feel the sun

I can see a swingset, and a child having fun



It got brighter, and the heat rose fast

I wondered how much time had passed



I watched this boy as I sat under a tree

Recalling the way things used to be



I sat for hours until I finally noticed something strange

The season, it began to change



I saw leaves of orange and grass of yellow

But near the tree, just like the other, I saw this fellow



He sits and reads about the future

Feeling the wounds he must one day suture



Finding things he must one day revive

And dying, just to feel alive



I walked up to pat his shoulder

Winter's coming kid, and it will be much colder



And I left the boy with that simple quote

And, before I left, as well, my coat



So I walked as the breeze continued to blow

But soon the leaves turned into snow



The ground turned as white as the sky

When I turned my head and heard a cry



And snow like tears to the earth would douse

And I looked up, and saw a house



I floated to the window and I saw a shadow of someone sleeping

It was a boy, not much older, in his pillow, weeping.



I watched him lay there, feeling dead

I slowly moved and approached his bed



On his table I placed my ring

And told him to hold on until it was Spring



And I whispered everything will be alright

And I gently kissed his head goodnight