Swimming in the clouds of grey,
the faint bright light of day still gleams.
The light of blue infused so deep,
sends memories of the sun to sleep.
But we cannot weep at what once was lost,
until we escape the grasp of frost.
And swirling in the warmth a breeze,
aloft deceit,
to bring to knees.
We smile perchance and chance a glance,
at truth so true it halts belief.
Yet offers no relief.
Where to now?