It's on the cold days in December,
I truly see what life can be, or cannot be...

Living on the railway to nowhere,
Every step I take lies a rusty memory...

The wind blows westward...
Simply sitting and staring...

Here you have left me,
Here in this state of thought...

Sitting here with you next to me,
Cuddling close you say you're chilled...

This is for the poets
who's poems go unnoticed...

These eyes cast yonder,
this mind that wanders...

Leaves brush upon the bark,
as the blue jays sing in melody...

I need no inspiration
to speak such simplicity...

Walking down the road
straight through the park...

A mountain of clouds
crashes upon the earth...

Soft summer winds against
the grassy green as we walk...