The snow*

The freezing snow burns, time stands still

A build up of flurry on a window sill

Manicly whisking me away, swiftly floating are clouds of gray

In a peaceful wonderland

Walk through this world with me

I grab your cold, small hand

This pure light, white just makes it all better

Comfortably numb is the weather

I drift along in a melodic song, and go through one of these days