I close my eyes,
I see a winter scene.
White flakes, rustic winter.
I reach out, looking for someone, as I am surrounded by nothing but myself.
The wind picks me up,
My head afloat.

I close my eyes,
And I have awoken.
Back into a reality I’m stuck in.
A lonely soul,
A cold, cold soul.

My frost bitten soul,
Leaves me cold.

© Regan