I am dreaming

Of a time that has been lost in the snow.

A time when

Most things were an echo,

And when this wouldn't mean anything.

Everything is moving so fast now,

That I can't do anything except feel so

Helpless.

But

This winter is

Too slow.

I am dreaming that I never saw

The flowers so dead.

They stare to the clouds

And at everything

And through me.

The world is so different

In a fake fur

Trimmed coat.

...It is so freezing

But the weather

And ice and snow

Are not as cold as

You.