A snowy icy night, painted hill tops all are white, <br />all the rivers flow like ice, and raindrops fall as hail, <br />from so very, very high, above. <br />Whispered breath, a smoky kind of grey, <br />as I wander in the coldness of my winter dreams, <br />trees stretching skywards hold distant memories <br />of rustled leaves and a lazy warming friendly breeze. <br />I so much love you and I want you by my side <br />in the coldness of this dark and lonely frozen hour. <br />Your lips are all I ever miss, <br />as I stand here cold and with a sense of helplessness <br />waiting for your kiss to bring back love and summertime <br />to the chilled and bitter darkness, that I often find. <br />On this snowy icy night of my winter dreams <br />please hurry, come back home to me <br />and bring that warm and gentle loving face, <br />the one that I do miss so very much. <br />How I wish that you were always here <br />then nothing would we ever fear <br />and even in the cold and dark <br />our love will keep us safe and warm <br />until the coming of the calm and gentle, warming, dawn.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-cold-night-3/
