My thoughts draw together like
Bits of sleet in the weary winter,
Like icy prayers, they amass in
Lost places in my nomadic soul:
Misty glass panes peering into
The stormy world, cloud images in
My eyes as the fading moon peers
Through gray clouds laden with rain:
Hidden in the caverns of my mind,
Lost memories, sealed behind the
Entrance to past winter seasons,
Explode into silence.
