Time stretched out to greet me
On that morning,
Cold with the winter's snow
Warm from the burning fire.
My hands clenched my thoughts
As they tried to glide away,
And I wished it were so.
What time have I,
For dreams I can but cherish,
For hopes I can but dream?
This life moves fast
Dragging with it
Memories I would choose to forget.
The sunlight now,
Dances wildly in the room
Giving life to all that is dead.
And too, outside,
The glistening snow brings forth
The beauty of day.
But so, alas,
Still with me bide my thoughts
Never again to pass over my haunted head,
Never again to lie dormant in my mind.