I sit in shallow sorrow
In blinding, blazing light
The soft wind starts to bellow
I hold my sweater tight
Floating ever downward
The snowflakes dance and swirl
I turn my cold face upward
The white that fills the world
Blanketed in softness
An icy, freezing bed
A purity if goodness
That falls onto my head
The black, the white, the greyness
The simpleness of cold
I reach to touch the newness
The newness that is old
And reaching back is silence
That teaches me to breathe
To find a total solace
Through noise that will not leave
The quiet that surrounds me
The silence never ends
Cold wraps her arms around me
Alone I am with friends
Feb 5, 2021
Feb 5, 2021 at 2:53 AM UTC
I sit in shallow sorrow
In blinding, blazing light
The soft wind starts to bellow
I hold my sweater tight
Floating ever downward
The snowflakes dance and swirl
I turn my cold face upward
The white that fills the world
Blanketed in softness
An icy, freezing bed
A purity if goodness
That falls onto my head
The black, the white, the greyness
The simpleness of cold
I reach to touch the newness
The newness that is old
And reaching back is silence
That teaches me to breathe
To find a total solace
Through noise that will not leave
The quiet that surrounds me
The silence never ends
Cold wraps her arms around me
Alone I am with friends
