skipping across moonbeams in this shadow dappled grass, a lone fat cloud drifts into view

it has been cold lately, bitterly so as i am curled up in the bed alone, emptiness a reminder

the wind moans it’s sorrowful tune, rattling the windows, a ghost in the night

i clutch the pillow closely, the embrace of the forlorn, this solitary lament brings no solace

drifting off to traipse the halls of memory, barefoot steps across the freshly fallen snow

off again on flights of fancy, to a better place, where your eyes smile and we embrace once more

i know it must be a dream for you are here, burrowing together against the chill, two become one