No guiding hand
The snow storm fierce
Feet are cold
Face to grimmace
Pulling shoes
From frozen depths
The heart to beat
In silence kept.
Beard freckled
With frost and age
A thousand dreams
Captive, caged
To wander in
A twilight haze
Half in death
Half enraged.
You bitter wind
That howls in vain
Are we not
Two the same ?
Locked in Winter
Held in fright
Both to succumb
To falling night.