Frost
a word
that chills
my spine
don't quite know
why
are my winter-years
telling on me?
have I given up
my toast
of younger days
when life meant
the most
to my brave
and proud heart
when I knew
but kisses and wonders
and no tears?

did love fail me
and beauty hide away?
was it my fault?
when life froze?

how many winters
would come when most
had run their course
and left but sad traces?
now fled is the splendour
what's left of youth to boast?

this is the time
the curtain to draw
I long for sleep
I have no more promises
to keep
all my feelings
are numb
buried in frost.