Miss you winter, your fall against my earth
The skin I wear, against her body
Your white blanket, a shield of purity
From winter’s breadth, that fresh surest

Missed the winter, where I was young
Felt your sorrow, it stilled my tongue
Now that you're gone, I feel so cold
My body frozen, the ice so clear

To sleep the idle body, where nature sleeps
to drift the absence, to drift obscene
Still remain, shapes in darkness, Shapes of memory
to sleep in idle, the idle body

From soft whispers, comes a gentle breeze
your winds of wisdom, I can't redeem
Those frozen hands, that strip me clean
her ageless journey, is the best of me

I sit alone, in winters mirror
on the edge, in silent tears
like shattered glass, those fragments dear
That winter year, she held me here