The Winter Bed

                                                    THE WINTER BED
The sun shines on my face,
The winter bed calls,
I'm surrounded by strangers,
Yet alone with in the walls

I can hear every sound,
I can see every figure,
But no particular word,
Has the familiar trigger.

Hint of chill in the wind,
That runs down my spine,
The sun still glows,
But gone is the shine.


Behind the misty air,
Behind the fallen trees,
I am lost in the woods,
Trying to follow the breeze.

The winter bed calls,
How I long to give in,
For inside these walls,
Long I have been.

But suddenly the birds chirp,
Suddenly the mists disappear,
Suddenly I hear footsteps,
Approaching near.


I hear my name being called,
It is my time for the test,
I for sure need to walk off,
Leaving out all the rest.

The woods, the fallen trees,
The gloomy sun,
The chills in the breeze,
Still inviting me to come.


The winter bed,
Oh ! how lovely it sounds
,But the reality waits,
I must maintain my grounds.


I walk off leaving all this behind,
I walk off, and now there is no sorrow,
The winter bed is not my refuge,
I walk off without a trail to follow.