I dreamt of a season.
A cold unforgiving season.
It burned my fingers with its cold,
Sent chills into my bones that made my soul feel old
I dreamt of a beach upon the sea,
the snow draped cold and heavy,
like old memories that i bear.
A season for a cup
An age for a fire
A wheelchair made ready,
but the wheels moved no more,
no more than bones through the sand and sea
And my bones grew colder still.
I remember the sun peaking
Turning pink across the dreary ocean sky
My arms dragged me forward on frozen aisle,
and I grew ever colder still.
And thru this eve upon my dream I witnessed my death through closed eyes
When I woke my skin was soaked and clammy; cold and chilled to my very soul
I was alive
