"A Journey Through The Eyes of A Poet"

Winter

I lay upon this window sill,

of solitude and regret.

how doth thy heart fall apart,

with silence and forgets.

the memory of tomorrow

on the wings of birds today.

I shutter, my darling.

Where art thou?

I fall upon the, like rain from the sky

but soft and gentle,

so forgiving, but alas

I am but only a figment,

Be thy morrow,

come thy winter

I shutter with ebbing silence

grey questions my motivations.

I'm freewilled, and young spirited

I'm a white dove, feasting upon thine bread

I call thrice,

but only a muted cackle comes from you.

I am sure you are but a lovely sight

I will never see.

Forgive me.

I am not human,

although I've made a mistake.

I do not fall like rain from the sky anymore.

I flow effortlessly,

from thy clouds of white, and skies of Grey.

I am but a snow flake.

I am but a snow flake.