I am alone. In a Forest
That surrendered to Winter.
I am alone as only one can be
In a Forest of Twilight and Ice.

As one alone,
I ponder of my other:
Loss of myself,
Sunbeams through my Forest.

Alone, I wonder of my other.
A question comes to mind,
One I didn’t ever quite ask,
A question of life and love:

Do you ever feel numb?
Cold, as if you were in a Winter Storm?
By yourself, the snow swirling
Around you in slow, lazy circles…

Everything is distant.
Even the shiny shards of Ice
Do little to remind me that
I live to bleed of this life leaving

As I pondered,
My eyes failed me –
Eyes are not needed in a Forest,
Only the vision of the mind–

I wondered of my question;
I knew the answer already,
Though, you I knew, yet not,
At the time of our meeting.

You would save yourself,
Though the Rose would die,
You would survive,
Though the life in death would die.

I wandered of my question,
As my questions kept me moving
In the stagnant, yet turbulent,
Forest of Twilight and Ice.

I found that Rose
Under a dead tree of hope.
In the sunbeams it grew
As well as the silent shadows.

I think of that Rose,
Soft and Red and Beautiful,
To ease the icy edge of the
Dark, Frozen Forest around me.

But the Rose,
Seeded in the Forested Storm,
Shadowed and shaded by dead hope,
Was short lived in death.

So the Rose dies in death, as it lived,
Frost growing from the dark petals.
A tear falls from my eye
And freezes on my cheek.