Reflection

Snowfall rudely buries

everything

under its proverbial blanket,

it slants coldly down,

razors through icy air,

borne within an evil wind,

a steady drowning snowfall

deeply disguising my world,

transforming today,

like a Death-Mask

from another life:

There, alone, wandering lost,

seeking him

in a daze of frozen time,

stung relentlessly

as the snow harshly blows,

borne within an evil wind,

into my very soul,

snowlight blurs my vision

as tears freeze

upon my cheeks,

yet I cannot stop

weeping;

Searching, yet

never finding,

a quest unfulfilled,

a loss excruciating;

yesterday blends into today:

same snow

same wind

same tears.

© ACG

20 January 2011