Lost of light,
The skies crying floating white,
Hiding sight.

The cold invades me slowly,
Chilling thought,
Freezing thoughts formed so lowly,
As snow piles growing higher,
Winter brought,
I wander from the fire
Letting weather to chill me,
Life slipping,
In a touch all around me
In tears of white falling flakes,
White slipping,
Gripping as touching it takes.

Finding sight,
Seeks the seeker with the light,
Removes me
Improves me
Returning heat now grown slight,
Takes my night.