Winter walks are like pedals of yesterdays flowers
Presence is scurried but memories remain
Whispering winds rattle bones like ghostly powers
Abstinence of love left a mortal stain

Shouting the quiet to dots of light
Grows deaf quickly to those who cant hear
Trying to forget with all the worlds might
An invisible hand displaces the tear

The ground has hardened from years of pacing
Never again to feel the warmth of little feet
My soul rests silently dead no life force tracing
I sufferingly yearn to join you in my sleep..