Frost

A dove sits on a snowy bough,
her song cuts to my heart.
We both know how the lonely feels
when love is torn apart.

There never was an emptiness
the way I feel inside.
The ache is deep within my chest,
I've no place left to hide.

Was once a time my heart was full
when spring was in the air,
but Frost has draped me with his cloak,
my tears fall in despair.

The midnight train is leaving soon.
My bags are packed to go.
If I'm so sure our love has gone,
why do I feel so low?








26 January 2012: .......awarded Second Place in the "TRADITIONAL POETRY CONTEST".