come and talk to me
when my mind has lost its sanity,
and then maybe you will misunderstand me.

sleep away the days, lies in empty caves
snore, scream within your dreams
for outside you lives the winter cold-
hibernate, and you’re happy
while you miss half of the year.

spring is out of place, but I have not misplaced it.
let it stay until it’s found
and winter is returned rightful to it’s place

and dream not of snowflakes,
for that’s a foolish thing to do.
you won’t need to dream soon enough-
so don’t dream to be satisfied,
dream to want, and never expect to get
and you’ll always have a dream
but never be happy.

Look away, look to.
I come to meet thee, wonder who
doth hide from sight but always know
they can be found beneath the snow.