The soft snow falls lightly upon your bed,
Where you lie, frozen forever in time.
A freezing wind shakes a lonely windchime;
The night numbs me as frozen tears are shed.
Oh, how wonderful it is to be dead!
Away from the world’s sadness, hate, and crime!
Yet, you cannot feel the warmth of springtime
Nor smell the rich scent of fresh-baked bread.
Snowflakes coat my hair and face while I weep,
Yet, no matter how loud I call for you,
Nothing can awaken you from your sleep.
My heart melts as the sun thaws frosted dew,
But the light is dim, the shadows still creep,
And the darkness has begun to ensue.
Added: 2020