waves of white

in these waves of white, our tragic plight

that carried out this winter night

the wind and cold tore at my cheeks

and the ice and snow bit at your feet

such a blur it is to look ahead

towards our feet, eyes stare instead

wishing we knew which way we were going

but alas, directions lost while it's snowing

it's warmth we want. it's for heat we hunger

walking through this cold, we want no longer

to a warm house, our journey's end

is all but dream't and dream't again

maybe when these clouds break apart

then, again, our future will start

winter is cold, it makes us numb

which I hope will end, come the sun