Days Gone By

Upon the ground, the powder’d snow soon drifts.
I stand watching, waiting, staring,
At the soft, cold, sumptuous velvet.
A voice silently calls out.
Calls out my name,
Calling me back to the life I have chosen.
Memories of you,
Floating.
Long past, but never forgotten.
Always remembered.
I turn from the doorway,
A glint catches my eye.
Patch of light on this darkly-colored day,
A ray as if from Heaven.
And walking through it,
Oh, lightly treading angel!
Is you.