Lost

Winter runs rapid through the heartless soul

Driving cold sleepless dreams

To weak to under stand or remember

Snow and cold is all the soul knows

Yet the heart that would be there weeps

lost and spent to no return.

Yet winter dies and Spring comes anew

to bless all with life and warmth

See then that winter still runs through the heartless soul.

So cold that no weather can warm the icy mold

Let winter weep then for stolen dreams short and unsweet.